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"I need to do this"

I walk away before he can say any rass towards thedown his cheeks He lifts his head when he sees h he’s seen a ghost I know he saw uess up close it makes it more real

I take hi ot short salt-and-pepper hair, eyes as blue as the sky, and a tall, broad body that’s currently covered in a black-and-white suit I feelthat once, even if only for a while, my mother loved thisto her and I can’t hate him or her for that

"You look just like her," he chokes out

"Why are you here?" I ask, oodbye"

"Why?" I breathe

He looks atmy face "You knohy"

"What’s your name?"

My questions are scattered, that I know They ht now It’s all over the place and I can’t seeht

"My name is Blayke"

I s and take hirowing thick

Tears burn infuriously to stop thes I want to ask you," I say, looking up at hi I want to ask probably the most is the simplest of them all Was she happy? The day she died, was she happy?"

A tear falls from his eye and drops onto his cheek as he smiles at a clearly painfulshe said to me before she left the hotel roooing to make apple cupcakes for you She said they were your favorite and she couldn’t not make them, because you loved them, especially after school"

I sob loudly and rub my hands over my face

"They were," I whisper "They were a co nored her to put apple in She told me they’d taste horrible, but it turns out they were delicious"