June 2003
Stella slowly started to recover from her fathers death in May, at least it seemed that way. The truth was that she was suffering as bad as after her grandparents death. She was almost completely devestated and even a little depressive. She tried her best to hide it from everybody, including Mac, but that was almost impossible. She could not hide it from Mac. He just knew her to well and was able to read her like a book. He knew that she was worse then everybody thought and she made everybody believe. She did not want them to know how bad she really is, because she did not want to seam weak infront of other people.
Mac knew thst he would have to trigger her feelibngs because he knew that she would be better if she would let it out once. They were sitting on the couch in the evening when he decided to give it a try. "Stellal!" "Yeah?" "I would like to talk to you." "About what?" "How are you holding up?" "I am OK Mac?" He put a hand under her chin and made her look at him. She tried to avoid his gaze but he would not let that happen. "Stella I know that you are strong but everyone has the right to show feelings. You do not have to hide them infront of me." She looked away trying to hide her tears from Mac, but he knew that kind of behaviour and pulled her into a hug. Stella allowed the tears to fall and cried into Mac´s chest. He just held her and let her cry.
Afer a while she started talking. "Why did he have to go already Mac?" "Hony I do not know." "I need him Mac." "I know. But no matter what he loved you very much." That only made her cry even more. Mac pulled her to him more trying to console her. He knew that he could not calm her down right now, because she needed time.
When she had calmed down a bit she pulled back from his chest and looked at Mac. "Are you better?" "A little." "It will take time sweetheart. Do not rush yourself." "Yeah. I just want to live me life like before." "You will in a while Stella." Mac was holding her hands and gave them a squeeze. He hoped to give her some of the well-needed strength that waya. He could see the pain in her eyes and puleed her into his chest again. A little while later he noticed that she seemed to be asleep.- He carried her to bed and joined her. He hoped that she would be able to recover easier then the last time.