Stone pulled me closer and put his large arms around me so that my face was buried in his chest. He let me cry into his shirt until it was soaked even more than it already was. He ran his hand through my hair comfortingly and continued to whisper sweet nothings to me as he kissed my head.

When I eventually felt like there were no more tears left in me, I peered up at him so my forehead rested against his.

"Medusa, baby." He whispered, "Talk to me."

My bottom lip trembled as I explained "I spent the last month or so of his life hating him. We never once had a nice conversation. It was arguing or if it was not that then it was just us ignoring each other."

He wiped my tears away with his two thumbs "He knew that you loved him."

"How do you know that?" I asked while doubting that he had as my vision became unclear "A naive hopeful part of me thought that he would come back. That he would get over it and get better. That we would make amends. I will never get that time with him."

Stone just kissed my head as I continued letting everything out.

"I will never get that time back." I repeated before hurrying over my words "I will not have him over for Thanksgivings or Christmases. I will not have him walking me down the aisle if I get married. If I have kids then they will never have a grandfather. I will never be able to rebuild my relationship with him."

I continued to cry into him and he let me. I did so until my throat started to hurt and until my neck was soaked with tears.

I stood up quickly from his lap and wiped my eyes for the final time.

"I am going to go and have a shower." I announced before hurrying away from him before he could argue.

Locking the bathroom door behind me, I leaned against the wood and let out a pained sigh. The reflection on the mirror above the sink showed that I looked just as bad as I felt.

My eyes and nose were red. My already long enough hair reached my elbows and was long overdue a cut.

The dress that Lana let me borrow hit the floor as I rushed to get out of my clothes and into the shower. I washed my body and paid closer attention to scrub gentler the marks that were still visible from the crash.

After I felt kind of fresh again then I wrapped a towel around my chest and walked over to the cabinet under the sink.

The pills that Mrs Lewis gave me at the hospital were there with some other medication. I took two of mine and ignored the advice of taking one because everything hurt.