AUTHOR NOTE: Second to last chapter! Short chapter!

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I OWN NOTHING

Charlotte was becoming hysterical, from the moment she closed the door to her car tears began to run and she started to breath heavily. 'NO … no stop, stop' she thought to herself. She drove to a cemetery; she knew what she had to do.

"KATHERINE MARIA JUNIVE NEWTON" the block of stone said, Charlotte kneeled in front of her best friend's resting place, she laid a rose she had gotten earlier. "Oh Kathy, only you would know what to do" Charlotte whispered. Tears still ran but Charlotte stopped fighting them, "I wish you were here to help me" she whispered.

"Aunty Charlie?" Charlotte heard from behind her. It was Kate, Katherine's daughter. "Hello Kate" Charlotte greeted, standing up and wiping her tears. "I'm just missing your mother", the 22-year-old woman smiled at her sympathetically "I understand, I am too" they stared silently at tombstone. Kate broke the silence "I sometimes feel as if it was my fault she died" Charlotte turned to the young woman "Kate it wasn't your fault; don't you dare feel as if you're the cause of your mother's death your life is much too precious to think that". Kate smiled "Thank you Aunty Charlie. Did my grandmother ever tell you that you're the best thing to happen to us"

"No I'm not"

"Yes you are. You were there for grandmother when grandfather died and you saved me from my father when I was 14 when he was mentally ill and thankfully he's much now"

"How do you know that?"

"He's back in Pyrus and he's staying with us. When you pulled me from him he got therapy and he's better now"

"I'm glad to hear. How did you cope forgiving him?"

"well…" Kate thought for a minute "Well I gave love another chance"

Charlotte entered her suite looking pensive 'gave love another chance', the words burned in her mind. She sat on her bed but she had no intention of sleeping any time soon, then she spied her bed side table drawer 'gosh I haven't opened that in years … maybe decades' she thought. She slowly moved her hand to the drawer handle, with some difficulty she opened the drawer, she gasped. She reached in the drawer and pulled out something she hadn't dared to touch for so many years.

Dear Charlotte,

I'm writing this before we leave for the airport and all I wanted to say is I understand your decision and … I love you.

Stay safe my love,

Pierre

She closed the letter and held the letter close to her heart like she did when she first received this letter.

"I love you, Pierre"