a/n......yeah yeah...I know I said it'd be a few days before a added a chapter, but ...I changed my mind. oh yeah, this chapter focuses on Lita.
When Lita was released from the hospital, she had insisted on going to her house, the house she shared with Kane, the house she had planned on bringing their child home to someday. She had told Matt, Jeff, and Trish, it was only to get her belongings. She really was going because she felt a need to be there. If just for a short while.
She knew how badly Kane felt about the accident. And for reasons unknown to her, she felt a need to see him, even if it was for the last time. Maybe just to assure him he wasn't at fault. Maybe to assure herself that no one was at fault.
Maybe, it was because deep down, she felt as though she didn't deserve to try and be happy. Or to be with Matt right now. No matter what the reason, she knew it was something she had to do. And it was something she had to do alone.
She quetly opened the door to their home, and walked through the first level, looking for any signs of Kane, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or dissapointed when she found nothing.
She slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor. It was the floor that held their bedroom, a small guest room, and what was to be the nursery.
She opened the door to their bedroom, and slowly pulled a suitcase out from under the bed. Then she sat on the bed, and simply stared at the empy luggage.
She couldn't help but wonder if this was right. If she should be leaving now. She knew Kane had said she could. He had counded like he meant it when he said she could be free of him.
He hadn't been to see her since that night. After he'd left her hospital room, she hadn't seen him again. She knew that under any other circumstances, she would have been relieved, even grateful, to not have to see him.
The truth was, now she felt as though he was the only other person who could possibly understand the pain she felt, the loss she carried. In a wierd, twisted way, she almost felt as though she needed him right now. If for nothing else, just to assure both of them, that neither was to blame for their loss.
She at least needed that closure.
With a sigh, she stood and began packing her clothing into the suitcase. Reaching for the last of the clothes in the dresser, she realized they were her maternity shirts. She tossed them aside, not wanting any of the painful reminders of what should have been.
She closed the suitcase, and carried it out into the hall way., and just as she was about to head down the stairs, she caught sight of the nursery door. Almost in a trance, she sat the luggage down, and slowly walked to the door. She took a deep breath before twisting the knob, and entering the small cheerful room.
She took in the scattered furniture, and children's toys and clothing, with instant and deep regret.
She slowly circled the room, remembering picking out the items. She lovingly ran a hand over the beautiful, delicately carved crib, centering the room. It had been the only piece of furniture she and her husband had fully agreed on.
She shook the thoughts from her head, and took one last look at a room she knew she'd never see again. Her eyes landed on a soft brown teddy bear. It was the first toy they had bought for the baby. She hugged the stuffed animal close to her, and gave a deep sigh.
Lita walked to the door, and shut the light off, closing the door behind her, for the last time.
Then, still hugging the bear, she picked up her suitcase, and left the house.
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