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chapter 19: Kazia

Reid awoke the next morning feeling slightly better. As soon as he got into his apartment he went straight to bed and had another peaceful night of dreamless sleep. Reid yawned as he sat up in his bed. His head wasn't pounding as much and his throat wasn't on fire like it had been yesterday. Deciding to brave it Reid got up put of bed to get a cup of coffee. He slowly padded his way through his neat apartment and made his way to his white kitchen. Turning on the coffee pot, Reid grabbed one of his favourite Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books, whilst he waited for it to finish boiling. After finishing his book and his coffee, Reid knew that he had to do something he was dreading. Looking through his mothers belongings.

Slowly making way to his living room he sat on the sofa and opened the large brown box in front of him. His eyes instantly started to fill with water, when he saw that the majority of the box was filled with letters. Letters that he wrote to her, and she had kept every single one of them. Reid didn't bother flicking through them, he had an eidetic memory, he didn't need to be reminded of what he'd written. Picking up all the letters, he took them out of the box and put them to one side. The remaining content of the box where books. Reid saw that they were all her favorites and memories of her reading them to him as a child flooded through him. When Reid took out all the books he was left with only two at the bottom. He was instantly confused as never in his life had he seen these before. Taking them out of the box for further inspection, he realized that they weren't books, in fact one was a photo album and the other was a scrapbook. Reid quickly opened the photo album and examined the many pictures. Even though he had an eidetic memory and could read 20,000 words per minute, he spent a good two minutes examining each photo carefully. Reid was filled with warmth and nostalgia and both tears of happiness and grief fell down his face. After going through the photo album a good ten times, reid moved onto the scrapbook. Inside it was his mothers handwriting, it was similar to a journal in some ways as it had lots of her thoughts on life but it also contained many pictures. Just looking at his mothers handwriting brought the tears to flow even heavier down Spencer's face. Spencer slowly flicked his way through the scrapbook. When he got to the last page a note on the corner caught his eye.

To my dearest Spencer, if you are reading this then it means I'm gone, I'm sorry that this illness finally beat me. I'm so sorry that I could never be the proper mother you deserved. you were always the one who looked after me and never left me and that is one of the reasons why I love you. I'm so proud of you. For what you've done with the gift you've been given. Promise me that you'll never ever stop using your brilliant mind. Anyway, I should stop now but you must remember that I will always love you. But please don't pity the fact that I'm gone, be happy that I lived and managed to create a genius like you. Love always, mum xxx

Spencer's whole body racked with uncontrollably sobs. He needed to leave escape. Wiping his eyes, he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. he walked and walked oblivious to where he was going. Somehow he found himself in a park. Just staring Into space he let his thoughts run riot.

"Excuse me." Said a voice. Reid being n his own thoughts jumped up.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to give you a shock. It's just that I was wondering I you were okay, you looked a bit upset." Said the voice. It belonged to a very pretty young women about Reid's age. She had shoulder length choppy hair and greenish eyes which glistened in the light.

"I'm fine thanks." Reid said, caught in a trance of her beauty.

"Are you sure? Your crying." She said gently and sat down next to him. Reid's cheeks burnt red with embarrassment, he'd been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn't realized he'd been crying.

"I'm sorry it's been a tough week." Reid said truthfully. For some reason he trusted the stranger sat next to him.

"Well if you need to talk about it I'm all ears. I'm Kazia, Dr Kazia Little." She answered.

" Reid."

Hey guys, what did you think? I really wanted reid to have a bit of happiness. Also I know that Kazia is quite an unusual name but it's one of my friends middle names and I thought it had a nice ring to it. P.s I'm writing this at midnight and I have school tomorrow so sorry for any mistakes.