~One last Time~

(Part 2/3)

When she had slept last night, Tyson surreptitiously took her phone and turned it on silent mode and blocked the alarm on the alarm clock. She forgot to say him that BBA had lot of work today very importantly to be finished. However Tyson did saw the reminder message in the morning on her phone which he blatantly ignored. He booked an appointment with the Doctor while she was sleeping. He had his own plans: to drive Makoto to school without waking her up. However Hilary's biological alarm clock played no tricks on her. She got up half an hour late. Tyson was getting dressed up already.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She panicked, staring wide-eyed at him. He calmly walked to her.

"Good morning, Hil." He gave her a light hug but she was far from returning it.

"No Tyson! This is not a good morning. I'm late! Where is Makoto! Did he even wake up!" She was rushing up quickly.

"Hold on!" He shouted. Hilary frowned at him, "You're not going today, I've prepared the breakfast. Makoto is getting ready for the school." Tyson announced. Hilary was addled with his words, ignoring the fact that he mistakenly said the word 'school', instead of kindergarten. And also that he definitely might have made a terrible breakfast. He took her to sit on the chair taking the chance when her mind was jammed and darting.

"Take a deep breath." He smiled handsomely. Hilary instinctively obeyed, unable to reject or protest.

"Good." He leaned at her and cleared his throat, "Take a warm bath and come for the breakfast. No office today. We are going for check up-"

"But today-" she almost screamed at his face,

"Take your previous check-up reports for hospital and..." he smirked.

"Papa, breakfast!" Makoto slammed the door open. Tyson jumped back ghastly.

"Coming sweetheart, coming!" Hilary got up and picked him in her arms, giving a loving kiss on his cheek. Makoto's navy blue hair were still disheveled.

"Mama is not well today. Papa will have breakfast with you," Hilary nuzzled on the toddler's cheeks and placed him down. Makoto looked worriedly at her and hugged her legs. Tyson was amused and delighted at the cuteness.

"Nothing happened to mama, she'll come in no time!" Hilary said cheerfully. Makoto smiled brightly and nodded.

Tyson walked and picked his son, "C'mon Champ, give mama some rest. Let's have the breakfast prepared by your Papa today!"

Hilary softly laughed and reluctantly left the duo for a bath.

Hilary joined them for breakfast later but they were almost done.

"Hils, hurry up; just get ready. I'll drop him and be back in fifteen minutes," Tyson instructed.

"Knowing when you say fifteen minutes and you take one hour actually I'm in no hurry." Hilary said calmly and ate the not-so-bad breakfast.

"This is not bad," she commented.

"I know," he smirked proudly. Tyson picked up the little bag of Makoto. The kid ran up and attempted to unlock the car with a bunch of keys. It was their regular game. Makoto would try to unlock the car and Hilary has arranged a bunch of fake keys for the daily stunt.

"And a cute lingerie for beach." He whispered in her ear seductively. Hilary raised her brows at him, "Was that it?" She asked him incredulously.

"Yep," he picked his keys from the table. Hilary's eyes caught Makoto glaring defeatedly at Tyson when he caught his dad taking the real keys which would supposedly work and unlock the car-door.

"He's watching us. There Tyson," Hilary rotated his face playfully, "Now leave."

Tyson smiled secretly and walked to unlock it and helped his son sit inside. Hilary waved at them from the dining table. The sunlight rays were reflecting up but she squinted and waved them as they left, the car driving away.

"Goodbye!"

She completed her breakfast alone simply.

"Papa, I want new shoes," Makoto said stamping his feet continually on the car's front. Makoto was more closer to Tyson when it came to shopping, restaurants or asking things or toys he wanted. Like his dad, he loved eating lots of food. Like his mom, he loved keeping teddy bear. What Hilary liked about Makoto was that he was particular about cleanliness even if there was some sort of Tyson's laziness and procrastination in his genes.

"Okay, done." Tyson agreed.

"New clothes too!" Makoto pouted,

"Done,"

"Yes!" Makoto grinned, and no one could deny that vibrant look on his face was just like Tyson.

Tyson smiled thinking of that.

The car stopped before a beautiful kindergarten with lots of kids playing, giggling, chirping, crying and clinging to their moms.

"Goodbye Champ!" Tyson winked and Makoto grinned and waved back. He joined the other kids and mingled.

"Are you ready?" Tyson walked in the hall, folding his sleeve. Hilary was wearing a loose dark magenta colored shirt and black jeans. She was seated at the dining table, her head hung back on the chair-rest, earphones fixed in her ears, 'Tell me is it just me?'

Tyson noted her earphones and smirked. He liked to think about what she was feeling when that heavenly music was entering in her ears. Her back was facing him as he tiptoed towards her and softly hugged her from back and tugged his chin on her shoulder. Hilary woke from her trance and straightened her back, attempting to take off her earphones. Tyson freed her and she took off the earphones.

"Let's go?" He asked,

"Not to the beach Tyson." She sighed, looking little tired and out of spirit.

"Why?" He raised a brow. She picked her purse,

"My joints are still in throes. I don't think I should go. Sorry," she looked apologetically.

"Alright." Tyson rubbed his head. He thought they would have fun under sun and romance on beach, especially when his mind already had an excited imagination of picturing her in a good lingerie.

He revved up the car, starting the engine. She fastened her seat belt and gave a look to him. He glanced at her back. Tyson's brows furrowed slowly. Again those eyes said everything, only he was unable to comprehend them completely. A wave of breeze flowed, ruffling their hair, blowing over their faces gently.

"Its going to be okay." Tyson said firmly and fixed his gaze staring at the front. Much to his displeasure, Hilary played a critically terrible song on the radio. The lyrics killed him.

Someday, when I die

And I close both my eyes

You should know that I'm coming back to haunt you

Someday, when I go

And I turn into a ghost

You should know that I'm coming back to haunt you

'Cause I don't want nobody else to have you.

He scowled but didn't look at her, even though she plainly, sadly but yet softly stared at him all through out the journey to hospital. He hated her guts sometimes. He hated her pessimism at times. He hated how he was quiet when he just wanted to have an outburst at her and knock some positivism in her head. But she loved his silent anger... just at times.

What he didn't know was that... after a few hours that Hilary probably meant every lyric played on radio. What he didn't expect was that she would be leaving him permanently in few months.

And I'll stay waitin'

To feel your cold on my skin

And I'll stay hopin', prayin'

That you'll be with me 'til the end

Now I can't picture my lifе

Without you by my side

Can't let you go

I'll nevеr let you go

Someday, when I die

And I close both my eyes

You should know that I'm coming back to haunt you.

It was nighttime, moderate breezes blowing. Tyson stood in the balcony of his room, staring in the air, at sky. His face was stoic, very cold but clean. Giving out stabbing exhales and sighing after every few seconds, he fiercely shut his eyes, finally letting a few tear drops to stream out.

"Mama will play. Now listen this," Hilary smiled at Makato and settled the toddler beside her before the piano table, and started softly tapping her fingers on the keys of piano, creating some melancholic but heart touching tunes.

Tyson turned and walked into the room, watching the duo enjoying among themselves. Makoto giggled happily and clapped loudly, admiring her mom.

"Awww, thanks!" Hilary hugged Makoto and kissed him on cheeks.

"Mama, play again!" He insisted.

Hilary nodded and turned towards the keys to start over again. Tyson held her hand and stopped her,

"Mama is tired. Tomorrow?" Tyson said gently to his son. Makoto pouted but agreed. Hilary gave a look to him and softly freed her hand from his grasp.

"And today, my little sweetheart will sleep with me!" Hilary lifted Makoto, and walked towards the bed, placing him at the center.

"Hilary... you sure?" Tyson asked,

"Yep," Hilary cuddled against Makoto, singing a song which he tried to mimic. Tyson joined the duo on bed.

"So did you made any friends?" Tyson asked, getting himself involved in the conversation.

"Yes! Gou and Lin!" Makoto said proudly,

"Ah yes," Tyson remembered Kai and Ray suddenly, "That's nice. How are they?" Hilary asked,

"Nice," Makoto shrugged, just like Hilary.

The parents kept talking, teasing the kid, and Hilary kept him closer than Tyson. She pecked him every now and then. Tyson could sense her heavy feelings and how she was preventing herself from breaking.

"So choose, Mako: if you'd to choose mama or papa, who would you choose?" Tyson asked simply. Hilary curiously looked at Makoto who smiled and hugged Hilary vibrantly,

"Mama! Of course!" Makoto happily hugged her. Hilary blanched and heartbreakingly looked at Tyson who was appalled similarly.

"But...Mako, papa loves you too." Hilary stuttered, her voice on the brink of breaking.

"I love papa too," he hugged Tyson too, "But mama, I love you more," the kid sincerely and purely smiled at Hilary. Seeing the expressions on Makoto's face, both Tyson and Hilary froze.

"Ah well, let's play a game, I'll tell you!" Tyson distracted Makoto while Hilary wiped her tears quickly.

Hilary pretended to have slept while Tyson played with Makoto till the kid slept.

He looked at Hilary who was still lying with closed eyes,

"He's asleep, Hils." Tyson murmured carelessly. Hilary was awake and Tyson knew. Yet she kept pretending to be asleep.

"I'm taking him to his room," Tyson picked up Makoto and walked out, downstairs.

Hilary softly opened her eyes. She gave a sad smile to herself, and looked at her palms, bringing them before her. She heard the steps coming to the room. She quickly pretended to be asleep again.

Tyson closed back the door and got himself comfortable on his side of bed.

"I know you're not sleeping, Hilary." He said, loosening a few buttons and exhaling tiredly.

"Have you planned to leave me so soon?" He chuckled bitterly, looking at her. He was still not getting close to her. Hilary's heart shook at his words. She opened her eyes and silently got up to sit, leaning against the backrest of bed.

"What do you want?" She whispered, looking at her lap.

"Will you give? Can you?" He asked sarcastically.

She was quiet, biting her lips and covering her forehead with more bangs.

Tyson sat straight and turned to face her even though they were a feet apart.

"Keep Makoto safe and happy, please." She requested in a tattered voice.

Tyson twisted his lips and nodded, "I'll. You still have to take care of him." He said,

"Just for few more months." Hilary's voice gave through.

"Shut up." He hissed. She veered her face at him, shuddering in silent sobs, eyes bloodied and her heart beating loudly. He stared her back, eyes starting to get vaguely glassy.

"Be brave-" he hissed again. Her verbal gave up and she cried, crawling swiftly to hug him tightly. She busted out in loud whimpers and cries. Tyson shushed her. She sat on her knees, slumped upon him.

"You should have not loved me. We break, we leave. We end up parted." He said her, hugging her back helplessly and looked past her shoulder. Her head was buried in his broad chest

"You shouldn't have reciprocated back!" She cried, smacking his shoulder,

"Yeah, I shouldn't have." Tyson said ambivalently. His face was clear without tears once again. He straddled her on his lap, because he had an idea that her knees ached. Still.

"Doofus! Baka!" Hilary glared at him.

"Undress," Tyson calmly said,

She laughed through the tears, "You undress me,"

They started laughing softly, with sniffling in sidelines. Both were chuckling in nostalgia with some sort of old memories surfacing up. Bit by bit, she stopped laughing and sighed thoughtfully, looking at her lap. He looked at her face, gently holding her shoulder's edges.

"Why is this happening, Tyson?" She whispered, her eyes still unmoved, "I...I never even got drunk in my life. I lived a healthy life always..." her face puckered.

Tyson calmly gulped, "Everything in life is not so predictable, Hils. Sometimes, the battles of life are unfair." He politely explained.

"What will I say to our son?" She said feebly, "That...that his mom will die in few months because of this cancer?" She whimpered at the last words.

"Hey! Will you relax? We still have three months! Anything can happen and anything can be changed, okay?" Tyson tried to subdue her, "Just trust yourself. Be strong, Hilary." He said firmly.

"Nothing can change. Nothing. This is destiny." She gave a sad smile, "A few months later, I'll be be gone Tyson." She almost glared at him at the end of her words. Tyson clenched his teeth but didn't yell as usual,
"I thought," she stuttered, "I thought that everything was perfect when we were together and Makoto came in our lives. There was nothing more I've asked for. I just wanted us together." Her eyes got half closed and tears got loosely bounded on her eyelids.

"I was in turmoil, very scared through that one year where you kept me hanging till Christmas. You've no idea how I felt and went through," the pain felt afresh in her voice, "I had to see you daily, keeping eyes away from the fact that I told you my feelings and you didn't say anything back for a year. Friendship threatened, feelings exploited, I felt broke in front of you, but I'd to be with you-"

"Why are you saying that now?" He interjected. The guilt was obviously resurfacing.

"Because I want to." Hilary dared to say, "And you know what, I hated myself for loving you this bad. Can't forget that year. The fears were so creepy. I never knew you'd change your heart. But yeah, you did, and I no longer hated myself," she gave a bare laugh at the end,

"I'm sorry." He said her,

"I didn't mean you to say that." She opened her eyes fully and smiled, "I just feel those fears today once again. I thought you will leave me, but apparently I'm leaving you all." Her face was badly stricken now, even if her voice was not shaking or croaking.

"You know what," Tyson smiled indignantly, "You don't feel the pain once you are dead. I will."

She frowned at him scared. He was right!

"I and Makoto will live in pain and those fears you're talking about. Not you." Tyson said twisting his lips.

"What will you do after I die?" She asked him with a light smile, "Will you marry someone else? For a cute baby girl?"

He glared at her dangerously, "You think so?"

She giggled and held his shoulders, "I was joking."

"You want to joke at this point?" He accused her,

"Yep!" She shifted her hands to his cheeks, cupping them lovingly, "I want to joke with you, laugh with you and Makoto, live every second that I've from now on with you... and I want to get drunk with you one last time."

"I'll see his eyes, and I'll remember you." Tyson said simply with a bitter smile.

"Eyes..." Hilary thought, "He's got my eyes." She shifted, and leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. He slid his hands on her waist, encircling around.

"What's death anyway? What happens to soul?" He asked her.

"I don't know. Never experienced before," she cracked, "But my soul will haunt you. It won't leave you even after death." She commented. He smirked. When he was 14, he wanted to get rid of her. Her presence was so annoying sometimes. He yelled at her, but she stuck around him inexorably. Now... she was finally leaving him. And that felt very excruciating.

She groaned slightly and pulled back.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"The bones, they are paining so much!" She moved away from his lap and lied on the bed, breathing loudly.

"Sleep for now," he caressed her head. "I'll give mend you," he rubbed gently on her knees, toes and else where she asked for. It didn't help. She barely felt anything easing up.

"Get a glass of water," she said. He brought it. She dissolved a painkiller and drank it.

"Chemotherapy will be starting up next week. I hope that helps..." Tyson said to her worriedly.

"Everything is just a step towards my death now. No one can save me." She mumbled to herself. Tyson almost heard her, but he ignored and switched off the lamp. Hilary fell asleep. But there was no way Tyson was going to get a wink of sleep that night. There was so much to think, an endless ocean.

"Makoto," Hilary chirped under the sun beams of her garden as she searched for her son, "Where are you hiding, my baby boy?" She crouched down and searched him behind the shrubbery bushes. She could hear the faint giggles of him. Smirking, she went deeper and saw his little back balled up and hiding. Not warning, she tiptoed and caught him from the back,

"Got you!" She tickled the ribs of her son and lifted him in her arms. Makoto laughed loudly and hugged back her mom.

"Now it's my chance, mama," Makoto pouted. Hilary pouted back lovingly at him.

"Okay-"

"Well time's up now. Hil, we are getting late," Tyson clapped, watching the mother-son duo amusingly.

"Noo papa!" Makoto protested,

"Oh Mako, Papa will drop you at Gou's house. You can play there," Hilary kissed the toddler's dimples.

Tyson just smiled seeing them cuddle against each other,
"Hilary, I'll kidnap Mako one day. I don't get to love him enough. You take all of it," Tyson said with an amused smirk.

"That won't be needed. I'll leave you both soon," she said in humorous tone. However Tyson's smile faded. He ignored her and headed to car. Hilary just stared at him as he walked away. Makoto got down from his mother's arms and sashayed into the car. Hilary was the last one to join.

'Hilary Granger, aged 26, diagnosed with stage 3 Myleoid leukemia. Needs MRI diagnosing...' Hilary's breath trembled as she read her file holding in her hand, while waiting for the Consultant.

Tyson reassuringly smiled at her, squeezing her wrist. Hilary shifted closer to him on the hospital's waiting bench and sighed.

"Is Mrs. Granger here?" The nurse asked. Hilary stood up and gave a half-hearted smile bravely.

After they walked inside the Doctor's cabin who made a verbal check up of her, checking her medicines and prescriptions, she was instructed to go to isolated room containing the MRI apparatus. The nurse took her to the dressing room before that. Tyson waited outside in the corridor before the glass wall. He frowned at the large and scary MRI machine situated in the hall before him. Hilary came out along with nurse, dressed in blue hospital gown, head cap and gloves. Tyson gawked at her, his heart scrunched up for a moment. The nurse was giving sweet talks and assurances to his wife which didn't exactly got registered in his head.

She looked at him with an innocent look. Tyson's face said a complete different story. He was scared as if he was the one to be dumped in that machine.

"I'll be okay," Hilary winked and showed thumbs up. Tyson felt the nostalgia. He stood there helplessly, not even able to smile back at her. He just gave her a bare nod. The nurse opened the glass door and guided Hilary in. She lied down on the Patient's table. Tyson's eyes were veered at her as the table moved inside the scanner. Hilary smiled at him optimistically as her body slowly disappeared into the machine. She closed her eyes, allowing the radiations to inflict on her body even if there was no pain.

Tyson stood motionlessly in the same position for the next one hour. He was frozen, as if he feared if that machine has eaten her or what. The passing-by people gave him looks and felt a little sympathetic but no one dared to speak him seeing him determined to be veering in that one fixed direction. The nurse sighed at him but left. He was only relieved when the table began to slide back, gradually revealing her toes, then legs and then her entire figure.

"I'm okay, Tyson" Hilary smiled at him as he silently drove the car, not deviating his stare from the front. He gave a nod. The moment she strode out of the MRI machine and walked out, he protectively hugged her and didn't say a word. Hilary was moved by his gesture and she wondered what Tyson thought would happen to her inside that machine which was basically not much. He stopped the car by the pharmacy store. Hilary removed her seat belt and took the prescription. The pharmacist gave them a bunch of medicines that Hilary double checked before taking.

"Good luck with it," The Pharmacist said,

Tyson gave a disregarding look to the person and took Hilary away before she would start a conversation with the man.

"Let's stop by the mall. Makoto asked me get new shoes for him," Hilary reminded him. Tyson gave a nod. The fact that he was not speaking didn't pester her. She knew that he was sensitive, especially how he hated medicines and hospitals. And seeing her today go inside that big machine was something he wouldn't easily take on.

"Tyson that was nothing, trust me." Hilary sighed.

"I didn't anything. Did I?" He gave a brief look to her. She didn't argue and waited till they headed to mall. He simply carried the shopping bags after Hilary did shopping for him and Makoto. She simply refused to buy something for her. Tyson insisted on buying a plain skid blue frock for her which she lastly agreed. He handed the notes at the counter and drove back home after picking Makoto from Kai's house.

Makoto was overjoyed at the amount of accessories bought for him which included a pair of shoes, few night pajamas, an another teddy bear and a couple of jackets for late winters. He neatly sorted them and slept. Kai had already fed the kids at his home, so Makoto didn't join his parents at home after returning at dinner.

"Yeah, I am coming tomorrow," Tyson sighed resentfully at the phone. He has been receiving calls from his former company for not coming up today. Hilary was taking shower and Tyson was sulked up after a small rant given to him on phone. Usually he never missed his job, but this time, he wasn't sure what has gotten inside them. A year back, he was with Hilary working in the BBA. He soon dropped the work after receiving another offer which gave him twice the amount there. On Hilary's constant urges, he shifted.

He sprawled his legs on he bed and reclined back, revolving his hat on index finger, and taking some rest till she would come out.

Hilary came out in white cotton bathrobe, and got settled on the futon. He shifted his eyes and watched her. He knew her course of actions after every time she took a bath, and it happened exactly the same as usual. She dried her feet first with a small towel. Then she got up, dried her hair and took out her nightwear. He noted that she choose the alternate washed pair of nightwear she wore a few days back. There was peaceful silence and Hilary somehow knew that she was watched.

She told him plenty of times not to stare her after she comes out of bath but he just repeated it. There was no use of her nagging. Opening the door of the wardrobe completely, she hid behind it and the wall which kept her away from his sight. Tyson smirked at her trick but he still waited for her to come out. Hilary did come out in night-tracks but the robe clung on her top still. She looked at the rags to select something. He looked at her back as she kept on inspecting the rag full of clothes.

She struggled getting clothed and eventually he stepped of the bed and stood behind her. Her hands were under the robe on her back, probably trying to clip the straps of her bra. She gave up and threw her hands down. The robe slipped at his feet.

He calmly took the two end of it and hooked her bra on the back.

"Is that okay?" he asked. She simply wore the top, snaking her arms inside the sleeves,

"Yeah, thanks."

He smiled a little and went to the piano desk situated at the door's adjacent wall. He opened the large cover and tried few white keys randomly.

Hilary distractedly looked at him. However she headed as usual to apply her lotions on hands and feet and dried her hair for nice amount of time once more. Hilary threw a glare in his direction when he simply created nuisance by banging the random keys. He stopped and looked at her.

"Was that bad?" he asked,

"Really," she sighed. She finally thumped on the bed and looked at her medicines which were to be taken. She exhaled out anxiously and begrudgingly took the large amount of supplements and medicines. Tyson frowned sympathetically at her emotional struggle.

Both of them remembered the Doctor's words said to them. "I will be honest with you Mr. and Mrs. Granger- She don't have much time. It would be maximum of three months she would make out because the leukemia has already metastasized to different parts. We can try chemotherapy but that doesn't assure her life more than that. I'm sorry."

At one side, both of them got optimistic and wanted to make out the best of the three months, giving each other the best and warm memories they could. At other point, the reality of the end point just pricked bitterly, driving away all the positive energy.

Tyson's phone rang. Hilary's train of thoughts broke and she lied on the bed.

"Cool, I'm coming," Tyson answered.

Tyson opened the door and walked out. Hilary wondered if any of his friends came to meet him. She untied the curtains and brushed the bed one final time. She leaned from her position to switch off the lamp.

"Oh Hilary, we have guests here," Tyson showed up, along with Kai and Max.

"Hey," Hilary smiled at them and got up. Tyson ushered them to the living hall.

After some long silence that came only from Hilary; Tyson looked at her, stopping his talks with Max and Kai.

"Did you two fight?" Max asked, trying to be neutral.

"No no. Hilary is feeling a bit low. Hospital day was hectic and tough," Tyson quelled the tension. Hilary still didn't say anything. At times, she just lost all her optimism and hopes. The cheerful, bossy and vibrant Hilary was transformed dangerously into a silently eerie version of her.

"How much time does she have?" Kai asked keeping a straight look at Hilary whose eyes were adamantly gazing at the door mat at her feet.

"Three months,"

"Hn."

"C'mon Hilary, you can at least talk to us and cheer up your mood," Max tried cheerfully,

"Thanks," Hilary shrugged.

Kai kept staring at her, his brain studying her. He got up and shifted beside her. Tyson hoped that he would help her.

"How do you think goodbyes should be?" He asked her. His voice was as usual, little hard. But there was some firm concern in his voice.

"I hate goodbyes," She shot calmly.

"But I didn't ask if you like it? Did I? I asked something else," Kai looked at her but she simply kept counting the strips of the doormat.

"I don't know," Hilary said closing her eyes for a moment. Tyson and Max were seriously looking at the duo, hoping that Kai would in someway help her out.

"No one like goodbyes but they do exist. Would you like if Tyson were to leave you for some work for a month and he simply left you without informing without a proper goodbye?" Kai asked her, keeping a hand on the back of her palm, "Shouldn't be goodbyes said in the best way when they are already painful?" He asked her. Hilary blinked, as if some sudden realization hit her. She frowned seriously and looked at Kai.

"Yeah..." she answered,

"Then you decide what kind of goodbye you want to give them." Kai took off his hand and got up. Hilary's eye line followed him. Tyson hoped that she was affected positively. He stared at her blankly.

"Three months still is a lot time," Max said, "Weren't three months a LONG time of that year when Tyson didn't return your feelings?"

Max had a point. Each day felt like centuries and that year was a one painful eternity. Tyson glared at Max for reminding her. He absolutely hated to be talked of that.

"Forget the world, forget everything," Max wore a big smile and got up, "Live your each day just like the best part of the weekend. Do everything you've wanted. Say everything that's hidden. Feel all the things you've craved for. Live fully Hilary, live your life." Max patted on her shoulder. Hilary reflected upon his words. He was right, absolutely right. There was no fault and doubt in Max's and Kai's words. They had opened her eyes.

"I will. I really will." Hilary smiled in new determination and looked straight at Tyson. He returned her look. Tyson knew that he had the best of friends and they just helped his Love to spend her last time in the best way, for her and for him.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who previously reviewed. It took lot of guts for me to write this, and this is my 3rd Tragic fic for TyHil. I hope you got your answers.

A shout out for "Black Witch of Autumn" for guessing correctly in previous chapter about Hilary! Read her review to know more.

Review, please. It feeds a writer's soul. :)

Reply to Olivebeamfly: Belated happy birthday. I actually wished you on 13th November in the reviews' section of LTH, just check it once. ;D Oh dear, I can understand you why you were so hesitant and scared to read this story, your fears are justified, nonetheless thanks for RR it.^_^ And very honestly, judging by your reviews, I can say you will be a very good writer and I can't wait for that day when you will post your first TyHil fic on the website. I will be very happy. Speak soon. :D