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I woke up in the middle of the night realizing I was in my room, which was odd, the last thing I remembered was crying my heart out and finally sleeping off on the couch.

I looked down and surprisingly there was a blanket over me.

"Someone must have brought me to bed." I got out of bed, and immediately my stomach began to make funny noises.

Sighing, I walked out of my room and made it straight to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Just as I stepped into the kitchen, memories of Henna standing behind the counter came flooding in, every corner had an imprint of her.

"You okay?" A voice waved in.

I turned to see Michael.

"Yeah, I was just getting something to eat..."

He smiled and made his way into the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, pouring a cup of coffee.

"It's impossible to sleep in this weather."

He chuckled and handed me my cup of coffee,

"Thank you." I said, taking it from him, "everything still reminds me so much of her, this used to be her favorite cup."

"She was a nice person, she treated me like a son even without caring who I was," I prepared myself to ask the next question.

"How did she die?" I whispered.

He stared at his cup before answering,

"She got really sick just a year after you left."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I yelped.

"She didn't want you worrying about her. Olivia was here to look after and help with the chemotherapy process, everything was going fine for a couple of years until the chemo failed."

I had always wondered how Olivia got involved in this, she left before I had the chance to ask,

"Why was Olivia here?"

"She works at the hospital where Henna was admitted and David thought it would be best if someone familiar was taking care of her."

I nodded understanding.

I remember the last time I spoke to Henna on the phone, I could feel something was wrong, but I ignored it and kept on worrying about David.

"I feel so guilty." I burst in tears and collapsed to my knees

The guilt began to eat me up, the guilt that I was not even with her in her last moments, the guilt that I spent all those moments whining over David, not caring or worrying about anyone else.


Micheal calls with concern as he reached and pulled me to him,

I buried my face into his chest and allowed myself to cry.

"It wasn't your fault, there was nothing anyone could have done." He said as he tenderly struck my hair. I stopped crying and broke away from him.

There was a sudden slam on the door and Micheal practically jumped off me, making the situation look worse than it actually was.


"Don't stop on my account." She walked into the room with a villain smile on her face.

This woman had all it took to be considered the villain of the century. Why is she even here?

She went towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, "Don't mind me, just came to get this for David, he gets very thirsty at this hour." She smirked, expecting a reaction from me.

I wasn't planning to give her the satisfaction.

"Just leave Lydia!" Micheal finally had the balls to speak.

"Have fun." She turned around and left.


"Ignore her." Micheal said, noticing how stern I had become. Why is she in his room at this time of the night? Are they sleeping together?

Did David lie when he said nothing was going on between them? Those were the thought running through my mind as I stared into space,

"Ali?" Micheal snapped me out of it.

"Yeah." I look at him.

"You okay?"

"Of course, why won't I be?" I said, acting nonchalant, but apparently, everyone has the power to see right through me.

"David was really depressed when you left and almost lost it when Henna got sick. Bate brought in Lydia to help him through it, but apparently she got attached to the job and became a complete bitch to everyone except him."

"I didn't know David got depressed."

"He was miserable, he would lock himself in the office for days, wrapping himself in work. Then one night he just lost it, that was how Lydia came in."

I was surprised hearing all that,

"How's he now?"

"Better, especially now you're home."

I let out a small laugh, "David Hertz, wasn't one to fall ill. So this is all a surprise."

"Well, it's obvious what huge effect you have on him. Goodnight, Ali." he smiled and left me wondering whether I was hard on David.


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