Sunday afternoon Kelsie sat on her couch that faced her French doors in her room that lead to the deck. She was looking out the doors at the yard, when her telephone rang. After it rang twice, she answered it. "Hello."

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Blake asked as he laid on his couch at home.

"A little tired of hearing that same question," she said rolling her eyes.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay; I've just had such a rough couple weeks. I almost did something real stupid," hating herself for even doing almost doing it, for almost not letting anytime past by after he died.

"What would that be?" thinking it couldn't be as bad as she thought.

"Almost slept with some guy."

"I see, and why would you do that?"

"I don't know I just wanted to feel something again. I felt so numb after hearing the news. I went around acting as if life goes on, I was such happy mood, but the truth of the matter I just didn't know how to cope with it other wise."

"Aw Kels, I wish we were there for you when you're going through this," he said with sympathy.

"How's his family doing?" she worried about them. She hadn't found the courage yet to pick up the phone to talk to them, knowing that it would make it even more real.

"Not good, his mom had to be taken home half way through the funeral, she couldn't handle it. She cried hysterical, I felt so bad just watching it all happen."

"I was going to phone her, but I couldn't bring myself to dial the number."

"You should, I think she would really like to talk to you, especially when you and Chris were so close. After you moved, she said you were like another daughter to her, and couldn't wait until it was official. She also said you were the best thing to happen to Chris, she saw how happy you made him everyday, and didn't think anyone else would ever be able to do that."

It was very hard to hear these words, but at the same time, it was nice to know that Mrs. Mewhort felt this way about her, but she wouldn't if she knew the secret that Kelsie kept, "Would you email me photos of you guys together?"

"Yeah, but why?" curious to know why she would need them.

"I think for a Christmas present for Mrs. Mewhort I'm going to make a remembrance video tape for her and the family."

"That would be really kewl!"

"Yeah, I want to make her Christmas as special as it can be under the circumstances. So how is everyone else?"

"Holding up, we've been sharing old stories about times we shared with him. They all say hi, and send their condolences, Tanya has wanted to call but she just didn't know what to say to you. Everyone's actually doing something to send to you themselves."

"What would that be?" nosy like always.

"I can't do that, I swore under oath not to tell you."

"Fine," she pouted, "Tell them I say hi though."

"I will, what have you been up to?"

"Well as in yesterday I'm in a band."

"It's about time!" letting out something that Chris had told him, that he wasn't suppose to.

"What? How did you know I could sing?"

"I have my ways," he gloated.

"Chris told you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but we were best friends, he was just so proud of you, he couldn't keep it in. He wanted everyone to know about it, but knew you weren't ready," remembering how well Chris could read her.

"I know that's why I finally decided to do it; I wanted to show him I wasn't afraid anymore because he helped me," gloating.

"He would have loved that, he never stopped telling us how much he loved you, and how you made him the happiest guy in the world. When he picked out that ring he was so ecstatic, he couldn't wait to put it on your finger. From the moment he had seen it, he knew it was the ring for you."

Playing with it, "It meant a lot to me, the night he gave it to me still plays all the time in my head. It was the happiest moment in my life, and as long as I live I will never forget everything about it."

"I always envied you two, you were so great together, and I wanted a relationship like that."

"You're so sweet," she smiled.

"I know," he joked. "Well I better get going; I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." She put down her phone, and laid down on the couch, with a picture of Chris. She traced over every inch of Chris's face in the picture with her finger, remembering every bump, every scar on it.