"Mrs. Smith," I cried rushing over to hug the woman, who was so dear to me.
"Oh honey, I'm so terribly sorry about your parents," at this point we were both crying.
After a few minutes, I heard a cough behind me.
"Sorry Spot. Mrs. Smith this is Spot, Spot this is the lady I told you about."
"Well, I know you two are tired, so I'll show you your rooms," She started asking Spot about his life in New York as we made our way inside.
As I was brushing my hair, I heard a knock on the door, "come in," I put the brush down on the dresser.
"Hey," Spot sat on chair next to the bed. "How you holding up?"
I put on a brave front, "I'm doing pretty good," I gave him a small smile so he wouldn't worry which didn't work.
"Joyce Phillips. I haven't known you that long, but I can tell when you ain't telling the truth."
I sighed, and nervously twisted my hair around my finger.
"Please tell me what I can do, don't shut me out," he took my hand, his thumb caressing my palm.
I stared in his eyes, which seemed very sincere, "just, just hold me," my voice quavered as his arms quickly went around me.
I buried my head in his chest as he kissed my forehead and slowly ran his fingers through my hair.
He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. Just him being there was enough for now.
The next afternoon the three of us walked down the street to the church for the funeral.
It was a small service, a few of my parents friends were there and would nod in my direction or tell me how my parents would be truly missed.
Spot stood by my side the whole time, an arm protectively around me.
When it was just the three of us remaining, I asked to be alone with my parents.
"Ok dear, we'll be outside when your ready," Mrs. Smith patted my arm.
Spot hesitated not wanting to leave, "let her have these few minutes alone to say goodbye," Mrs. Smith whispered and quietly the two left.
I gazed at the lifeless bodies.
So many dreams. They'll never get to see me married, or even become grandparents.
"I'll love you both so much, I'll think about you all the time," a lone tear rolled down my cheek as I made no attempt to wipe it away.
I kissed their cheeks and left not looking back.
All I had to take with me now were memories.
AN: Hey all! My grandpa got to come home, and the doctors say he's doing much better, which is such a relief :) Sorry for the delay, I hoped everyone liked this chapter, I also wanted to say that I love all of the reviews, thank you so much! Even for those who have read the story and didn't review, thank you(but you'll review next time won't you?) hehe:)