AN: I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in a weeks! - But so much is happening and the weeks are flying!
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"Tell me!" Caitlyn exclaimed.

"Okay" Nate said, "But first; are you ready to climb another doorstep?"

Caitlyn's smile dropped as she heard this. She hadn't thought that the news were about her.

"I don't know," Caitlyn said after a moment, "tell me first."

"Okay," Nate said, "I want you to sing at our next concert."

Caitlyn just sat there starring at Nate. Had she heard him right? Did he really want her to sing in front of an audience? – In front of Connect 3's audience? That was a huge audience!

"No Nate, I can't do that." Caitlyn said.

"Come on Cait, you're such a fantastic singer." Nate said with a smile.

"Nate, I can't." Caitlyn said again, "Not in front of people."

"Why not?" Nate said sounding a bit disappointed, "I mean it's just fans; they practically love everything I love… and I love you."

Caitlyn smiled and leaned closer into Nate.

"It's just… it's not only fans, it's also everyone else, like my parents." Caitlyn said.

Nate lifted her head so she looked into his eyes.

"Caity, you have to be more open," Nate said, "you can't hide yourself like that. You have to live the way you want to, and not think about what other people think. I honestly always thought that I knew everything about you, but I guess you have been hiding the real Caitlyn in there."

Caitlyn didn't know what to say. She just kept starring into his eyes. He was right. She had been promising herself to be more open. To her friends, to her parents – to everyone, but it seemed to be harder than she had thought. Maybe she should just go for it. But… what if her friends didn't like the real Caitlyn?

"Caitlyn, honey?" Nate said as he cupped her cheeks.

"Nate, I guess the real Caitlyn isn't as brave as the former Caitlyn." Caitlyn said.

"Caity, you have to brave," Nate said, "Cause I already arranged it all."

"What?!" Caitlyn said

"Sorry Cait, but I kind of knew that you would need a push." Nate said, "Please just do it, for your own best. I'll be there for you."

Caitlyn looked into Nate's eyes. He sincerely meant it. She could see that. She smiled and kissed his perfect soft lips.

"Okay." She said with a small smile.


Caitlyn's heart was beating fast as she walked down his street – or not really his street anymore. As she lifted her hand to remove a strain of hair from her eyes she noticed that her palms were all sweaty. She stopped walking to calm herself down. She inhaled a big amount of the slightly cold, fresh morning-air.

She had nothing to fear – why was she this nervous? She started to walk again, now more calmed down. As she turned around a corner and saw the house, she immediately stopped. What was she doing there? She hadn't even thought about what she was going to tell his mother.

Caitlyn started to walk again, but this time very slowly. It was like something was dragging her to the house and something else was trying to drag her the other way. Before she knew it she stood in front of the door. In a moment she considered to just turn around and run away. But then she remembered how relieved she had been feeling the day before – after calling Alice. Maybe this was just another doorstep to climb for her – well technically it was a doorstep.

Caitlyn sighed deep before she took a step towards the door and rang the doorbell.

She didn't wait long until the door got opened by a tall slim woman. Her hair was long and blonde. Caitlyn could see the wrinkles which were starting to form around her eyes and her mouth – but that was the only thing that showed that she wasn't twenty.

"Hi, you must be Caitlyn." The woman said with a wide smile.

Caitlyn already felt much better. She felt like Alice really had been looking forward to meeting her.

"Yes, I am." Caitlyn said with a smile.

"I'm Alice. Come in." The woman said and motioned for Caitlyn to walk into her home.

The house was precisely as Caitlyn remembered it. Small and comfortable. Alice showed her to the living room and told her to sit down in one of the couches.

Caitlyn looked around the room as she sat in the soft couch. There were a lot of photos on the walls – more that she remembered. She noticed that most of them were of him. There were some from when he was just a baby – she had seen them before, and some from when he was older. As she looked more and more at the photos she noticed that it showed most of his life. If you stood in the middle of the room and turned around, you would see him get older and older.

Caitlyn got an odd feeling inside as she watched the photos. He looked so happy on all of them – it made her happy too, but at the same time the memory of him just got clearer by watching them, and she felt sad.

"You know I thought it might be you." Alice said as she walked into the room with a tray in her hands.

Caitlyn looked confused at her and said; "What do you mean?"

Alice put the tray down at the small coffee-table and poured some tea in two cups. She walked to the other side of the room and took something from a small drawer before coming back and sitting down beside Caitlyn.

It was a small photo she had in her hands. She showed it to Caitlyn.

As Caitlyn saw that she was in the photo, she stopped breathing for a moment. She just starred at the photo in Alice's hand. It was one of them from the photo automate. Of course they had found them.

"You know I have always wanted to get to know you," Alice said after a moment of silence, "I think you made my son very happy."

Caitlyn didn't know what to say, but a small smile crept on her face. After a moment of more silence she said: "Everyday, I regret that I didn't get to know you before," Caitlyn said, "That's why I'm here today."

"Weeks after he died, I was broken," Alice said, kind of changing the subject, but not, "But then I told myself to remember my amazing son and tell everyone about him. I still feel very sad sometimes, but mostly when I think about him it makes me happy."

"How did you manage to feel like that?" Caitlyn asked. She really wanted to be able to do the same thing herself.

"I talked to people, and got all my thoughts out," Alice said, "I leaned on the people who felt the same as me – we leaned on each other. I think that it helped me that I had someone else going trough the same thing as I was."

Caitlyn looked down. "I'm all alone." She shortly said, "I have been all the time, I mean no one knew that I knew him."

"You have me now." Alice said with a smile, "Now take a cup of tea, and tell me everything."


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