Disclaimer: I have nothing.

AN: Problems at home, can't update as much as before. sorry.

Fuck the world.

I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying without sound.

Today I was being released from the hospital, it also meant leaving Boston. Not that there was something left in Boston for me. No one.

The door of my room opened and Johanna came in with a wheelchair. I was sitting with my back to her so she didn't see my face.

"Jane? It's time to leave." She said sweetly.

I just sat there, I didn't move.

"Jane?" She asked again.

When I didn't move she made her way over to me, pushing the wheelchair in front of me.

I hung my head, not wanting her to see my tears. I carefully stood up, walking was still hard. I got physical therapy but walking after six months in a coma was difficult.

I sat down with my bag on my lap. I wiped my tears away.

I'm all alone.

I liked Angela, she is a good mother and she has a good heart. But we just don't get along very well. Although with her son Frankie I can talk, even though he was just 14.

Johanna brought me to the waiting room, where my new family was waiting.

Angela waved at me, I waved back. Frankie smiled at me, I smiled back. Tommy waved too, I waved back. All with no enthusiasm.

I'm all alone.

Angela walked up to us to take me 'home'. But Johanna asked for a few minutes.

She kneeled in front of me, "Jane?"

I looked at her.

"I know she left a week ago but she asked me to give you this when you left." She tended a little wrapped box to me.

I took it without a word and ripped the paper of it. I opened the box and saw a little silver heart hanging on a chain. It could open, so I opened it. Inside was a picture of us, happy and caring. This was two weeks ago, when I was allowed to go outside for a little while. Maura was with me, Angela or Constance probably made the photo.

I closed it again and placed the necklace back in its box. I nodded to Johanna, no words needed.

"This is from me." She handed me another little gift.

I opened it carefully. It was a little book with pencils. I loved drawing. I started drawing one day when I was bored, Johanna saw it and complimented me on it.

I thanked her politely, she gave me a nod and a smile.

We said goodbye, and I thanked her again for taking care of me.

After that Angela pushed me to the elevator. We waited for it to arrive, still no word was spoken.

The elevator arrived a minute later. People getting out, we getting in. The doors closed, an silence filled the little cabin.

I wasn't in the mood to talk, they understood.

We went to the parking lot, it was a little struggle to find the car. They had forgotten where they parked it.

Angela helped me into the car, I hear something stumbling in the trunk. I asked Angela with my eyes.

The next moment Frankie walks with a little jumping dog towards me.

Jo.

I feel a sting of pain when I see the dog, but also much love. Frankie placed the little fur ball into my lap. My face being licked by the dog. Normally I would think it was gross and push her away, but nothing was normal anymore. So I allowed it, just for ones.

After Tommy had brought the wheelchair back it was time to leave.

Everyone went in the car and Angela started the car. We drove away from the hospital, also from my home.

When I looked at the back where they boys were I noticed the little terrarium standing between them. The little tortoise in it.

Sadness filled me again, my mind going back to the day she gave it to me.

"This is for you Jane." Maura smiled and handed me a little box.

I was surprised, but smiled back. I opened the box and saw a little turtle in it.

"A turtle?"

"Tortoise." Maura corrected me.

I smiled and pulled her down for a kiss.

"Why do I get a little tortoise?"

I felt Maura tense in my arms, there was something serious that needed to be told.

"It's a reminder of me." She quietly said.

"A reminder? Why do I need one?" Fear was taking over, was she leaving me?

"Jane," Maura paused and took a deep breath, "Next week I'm leaving to France."

I got a confused look in my eyes, "When do you get back?"

"I don't." She whispered.

I pushed her away from me, "What do you mean you don't?"

"I'm moving to Paris with my mother. Because of her work. I'm sorry Jane, so sorry." She started to cry.

I look angrily at her, "Since when do you know that you are leaving?"

"Since at least two months now." She sobs.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I…" She tried but I stopped her.

"Go away."

"Jane I,"

"Go!" I yelled.

Maura cried harder and gave me a big and heavy gift, "Keep good care of the tortoise." And she left.

The bigger gift was a terrarium for the tortoise. I placed it in it and turned around. That's when the crying started.

She had visit me some other times, but I didn't want to see her. On the day she left she visited me again. She apologized again, we talked a bit and said goodbye.

I loved her so much it hurt, but I had to let her go. She did the same. For a last time I kissed her, for a list time I hugged her. For the last time I told her that I loved her, she told me she loved me to.

Her mother appeared in the doorframe. We kissed one last time, and she left. For good. I was all alone.

A single tear made its way down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off my cheek. But of course it didn't go unnoticed by Angela. If I learned one thing about her is that she had spy eyes.

She knew I didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't. I just stared out of the window, the buildings disappearing one by one. It will be the last time I would see them, or see New York.

The ride to Boston was long, for me it seemed like it took a day to get there.

We stopped at a house. A casual house, not big, not small, not too fancy, not too simple.

It was perfect for this family. And she was now a part of them.

My stuff was already in the house, even already placed in my new bedroom.

There was no decoration which pointed out that I was new, I was grateful for that. I don't need to be reminded of it.

Frankie placed the terrarium on the table and showed me around. First the living room. A television on the wall with a couch in front of it. A little table in between. The kitchen was a normal kitchen. Nothing extraordinary. Upstairs were the bedrooms and a bathroom. Her bedroom was a little the same. Only all new furniture. Bed was against the opposite wall of the door, a closet on the other wall. Window with a desk under it.

I thanked Frankie for the tour, Tommy placed the terrarium on her desk and both slipped out. I heard little paws on the stairs, I opened my door and Jo walked in. Directly jumping on my bed, curling up.

I laid beside him, softly stroking his curls. I felt lonely, like I was not welcome here. I didn't belong here. I was all alone.

Tears were streaming down my face again, I lost everything I had. Only Jo is still with me.

I didn't know how long I was crying, but there was a knock on the door.

Angela opened the door.

She saw me crying and made her way over to me, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She carefully pulled me against her in an embrace.

She let me sob against her shoulder, softly rubbing my back.

"Jane?" She softly asked.

"I miss her, I'm all alone." I just said to her.

"I know sweetie, but you have to let it go. You need to close this chapter of your life. I know you love her, and I know she loves you too but she's gone Jane."

I nodded, she has no idea how her words hurt. But I know she's right. That moment I decided I would stop crying, and start living.

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