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Chapter 2

"Kevin?" It's now a few months later, and Rachel is already three months old.

"Oh, hi Roxanne," I said with a smile. She looked upset. "What's the matter?"

"It's Lucy."

I suddenly get this sinking feeling in my stomach that something isn't right, but I'm afraid to ask what happened. "What is it?" I asked, my smile fading and my voice beginning to crack, a knot forming inside my stomach.

"Kevin, Lucy is at the hospital. She's been in a really bad accident and the doctors aren't sure if she'll make it out alive." The knot in my stomach tightened. "I have to go see her."

Roxanne nodded, although her voice shaking. "I know. I'll cover your shift for you—Detective Michaels says it's okay and that you should be with Lucy right now."

"Thank you." I hurry out of the police station and drive straight to the hospital.

"I need an update on Lucy Camden-Kinkirk."

"Are you family?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm her husband, Kevin." The woman checked her computer, just as I heard some noises go off around the room. Doctors and nurses start rushing around. "Room 301 Dr. Makefield, room 301!" a nurse was shouting as they rushed into the Emergency Ward.

"Oh dear!" the receptionist said. "That's the room your wife is in—but you can't go in now."

But it was too late. I didn't hear her—I ran and followed the doctors' voices. "Lucy," I cried rushing into the room, grabbing her hand, "Please, Luce, talk to me."

She slowly opened her eyes half way, gently stroking my cheek, and with what little voice she had to muster, she said, "I love you… tell Rachel I love her…and the next bright star you see, make a wish for me…" and then her eyes drifted close as she fell into a heavy sleep…

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I kept my hand interlocked with hers, kissing it several times. I was never very emotional—I rarely cried, except for when my father was killed in a fire about twelve years ago. But now I needed to—the woman who I had loved, who had given me a chance to see the beautiful world that one night and who had given me such a precious gift, a daughter—was no longer really there to share it with. My wife was dying and I only had Rachel—that was the only part of Lucy that I still shared.

"Sir," a nurse said gently touching my shoulder, "I'm very sorry. You should go, though—your wife needs her rest."

"Thank you." I felt little hope—I was lucky, Lucy wasn't dead yet—but I felt that she will die soon, and if she was going to suffer, it was better that way.

And a couple of weeks later, I sat on the Camdens' porch for I didn't know if it was going to be my last time—Lucy was barely alive, she wasn't dead yet, which is a shocker for everyone, but she wasn't really alive—And made a wish—for me and for Lucy.

The warmth I felt…the happiness I had shared with Lucy for those incredible four years—suddenly flooding back to me, memories began spilling out…and I heard her voice.

Make a wish, Kevin and pick the brightest star, for I am with you forever and I will love you forever, for no matter what happens we will always be together.

And I did…I concentrated, I focused with all of my strength…and I reached for that one star that had shone brightly that one night that had tried to dip beneath the sky. I could feel myself get up…and in my mind, I felt myself reach…and grab hold of that star, the star that Lucy needed, and as I opened my eyes, moments later, I smiled because I knew what I needed to do, with holding that star in my mind—Lucy is apart of me, forever. I stood up and glanced at the lovely night, the moon, full and shining down on my face, the stars scattered all over the night sky—it was like the same night with Lucy, only she wasn't there. I was leaving for the Glen Oak hospital, and I didn't know when I would be back. "Good-bye, Lucy," I whispered, and then I walked out of the Camdens gate…and with tears, followed my shining star to find my way back to the hospital…to do the right thing…for Lucy, and for myself.

FIN!

Sorry it doesn't seem so happy—but this was the only way I could end it. I'm really sorry. Review, please!