A knock came to the door. When no one answered Rusty decided to open the door a little. Normally he wouldn't dare disturb Sharon while she was sleeping in on the weekend, but it was Sunday and she barely came out of her room Saturday. It was teenage behavior for her to stay in her room all day Saturday, but she said she didn't feel well. He bought it at first. Now Rusty has a weird feeling about Sharon. She's the kind of person that if she felt sick, she probably wouldn't let anyone know until she was ready to pass out.

Rusty peeked in. She was lying down and facing the window. Her eyes were wide open but she wasn't there, and to her, neither was he.

Her eyes burned from the tears she cried for him in hopes they could be loud enough for him to hear. Her heart broke into pieces in an uncomfortable, undeniably painful way, but there was still the weakened beating of it left. Every time she breathed, every time her cells gathered in her heart to carry out more oxygen, it felt as if someone was gripping her heart. They were crushing it tighter and tighter but only released when she tried to comply with restless sleep.

Sharon was wondering what she could have done to prevent this all from happening. She's never been the kind of person to show her emotions. He was the first person she trusted completely. She let him invade her feelings and now she couldn't detach him from them. She didn't know how to go about those things except dwell on how awful they are. One thing she could have done to prevent it was to never allow him in her personal life.

She closed her eyes for a brief second as the first tear of that hour rolled down her cheek. All she wanted was the tears to stop; she wanted them to stop though at the same time she wanted them to keep flowing. Sharon wanted to feel something. Throughout her career she was told she didn't have a heart to feel anything, but now she does. She feels it every second of every time she breaths. The feeling of pain is always with her, but the pain subsided a little with every tear she can produce rolls down her face.

Rusty walked in. He picked up the box of tissues from off the night stand. Her eyes were still closed. The night it happened he was about to walk through the front door but stopped after hearing Sharon shout. It killed him that he couldn't do anything to help or fix her problems. He wanted his 'mother' to be happy and for all her worries to disappear.

Rusty takes a tissue and dabs the corner of her eye. Sharon's eyes flutter open. She gives him a small smile. Normally she would be embarrassed but he was being kind and if she moved, she knows he would stop helping and feel embarrassed for trying in the first place.

He smiled back at her.

"What time is it?" Sharon asked not having a clue how many hours has passed since the sun came up that morning.

Rusty pulled out his phone. "It's uh 3:30 pm."

She covered her mouth and wide eyed, she sat up straight. "Goodness, I'm sorry for all of this. It's not norm-"

"It's fine Sharon. There's nothing to do or be done." They were sitting side by side. He smiled softly as she stared at him while he pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "How about I make you a sandwich?"

She considered the fact that she wasn't hungry, but that wouldn't be fair to him. She needed to consider how he feels about all of this. It wasn't normal for him to see her like this; it was probably a scary feeling. Sharon needed to spend time with him and make him feel like he's wanted even though she felt useless. "Yes. That would be lovely. Thank you, Rusty."

He got up, but stopped in the door way. "I'm here."

Sharon looked up confused. "I know, honey-"

"No. I mean I'm here." Rusty tried once more. "I'm here if you need someone to talk to. I know it's hard, and I know I'm only a 'kid' to you but put that all aside and I'm here."

She smiled understanding what he meant.

"One last thing." Her attention was all on him. "You can never forget someone. You'll want to try to but you can't. The memories, details, every little thing y'all shared will forever be with you no matter how hard you try to change it or wish you could, you can't. The only good news is, you learn from them and those mistakes. Although it may not feel like it now, you'll also learn to pick up the broken pieces from this relationship as you go." He nodded once and closed the door.

Her son was wise beyond his years and she'll be forever grateful for that.

I wanted y'all to know that I'm not close to done. At first I was thinking this would be just a three chapter story at the most, but I changed my mind. I hoped I changed it for the better...not sure yet. But thank you guys for the lovely reviews. I feel lively after writing. I'm glad I am finally able to get back to what I'm so passionate about. I'll keep writing as long as y'all keep reading. Have a lovely day, y'all lovely human beings!