After Luke told me that his father died, he decided to explain everything at his house. So, after telling Nicole that I can't make it because I had to attend something really important, she just understood and let me be. I didn't have to tell her that I would be spending time with Luke to talk about everything because did she really have to know? Exactly.

So, right now, Luke and I are sitting on the couch in his living room, just laying in each other's arms. I didn't want to pressure Luke to tell me. He can tell me whenever he feels comfortable and right now, with the state that he is in, I am not in any position to push Luke for answers, even if I am really curious.

"Okay," Luke starts, his hand still stroking my hair. I close my eyes at the feeling and just relax in his arms, waiting for him to continue. "Do you remember that day when we were in your father's hospital room and I got a message? That was my mom." Luke begins and I nod.

"She messaged me about my father, saying that the doctors had kicked her out because something was happening to him. I had to leave and go see what was going on so don't think that I didn't want to explain because I really wanted to. I wanted to tell you but everything just happened so quickly. Since my father was being held in the hospital the next town over, I knew that I wouldn't be able to message you until later so I tried my best to hurry. I thought my father would be fine and it would just be something minor, something that the doctors would be able to fix but I was wrong." Luke says, his voice breaking a little. I grab onto his spare hand, the one that is on my stomach and I stroke it, trying to relax Luke a little.

"When I gave the doctors the money for my father's surgery, everything went as planned. The surgery went well and all my mom and I needed to do was to wait for my father to wake up since the doctors said that it would be a few hours until he will awake. So when my mom said that something was going wrong, I expected the worst. I ran to his room and there my mom was, sitting in the chair outside of his room with her hands on her face to try and stop her cries. That's when I knew my father didn't make it." Luke says and I look up at him and notice the small tear running down his cheek. I use my spare hand and wipe it away, sending Luke a small smile. Luke just let's out a sigh and looks at the television ahead.

"I thought everything would be okay, Grace. I really did. Now, my mom tries to stay at work for as long as possible to try and stay away from this place because it brings back a lot of memories for her. She is so broken and now I know how you feel about your parents death. She has that... look in her eyes that just tells me that all she wants to do is be with her husband. She doesn't tell me that, of course, but the way she walks, the look on her face everytime she walks into the house, the look in her eyes... it tells me so much." Luke shakes his head and closes his eyes.

"I saw my mom last night in the bathroom, early in the morning, with pills in her hand. She just kept looking at them as if she was deciding to leave me and the world to just be with her husband. It really hurts to see my mom in so pain and I can't stop thinking about her. You know, I always wonder... what if one night I don't catch my mom doing something like she did last night and in the morning, I find my mom in the bathroom just lying on the floor. I'm not ready to lose my mom. Heck, I wasn't even ready to lose my father." Luke says, his eyes tearing up and I fill my heart clench in pain.

Every word that is coming out of Luke's mouth is making me just want to stay with Luke forever and never leave his side. I can tell that he is in so much pain just by the way his voice cracks when he either talks about his mom or his father. Luke doesn't deserve to lose his mom too. No one deserves to lose anyone but... it just happens and even though we might never be okay with it, we have to learn to accept, even if we never want to.

"Luke, you won't lose your mom." I say, looking into Luke's blue eyes. Luke shakes his head and sighs. The next words that come out of his mouth make my heart break into two.

"The empty look in my mom's eyes tells me that I've already lost her."

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I look down at Luke's sleeping form in his bed, the blanket wrapped around his body. I let the smile appear on my face as I crawl over to Luke, placing a small, gentle kiss on his lips. I move away from him, grab my phone and walk out of his room, closing the door behind me.

As I make my way to the staircase, the sound of the door closing makes me stop and crouch against the wall, looking down at the living room to see who I think might be Bree walking towards the couch. She drops her bag onto the couch and grabs a pillow, throwing it onto the floor. Bree rests her head on the arm of the couch and the light coming from the lamp shows me that Bree's eyes are closed.

"I'm sorry, Luke." Bree mumbles, bringing her hands up to her face. She wipes away the tears that have made their way down her cheeks and let's out a sigh. "I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'm sorry for making you see me in this state. I just can't keep it all together, especially when I know that your father, my husband, is gone. I just can't keep doing it." Bree says, her voice breaking a little. She sits up and wipes away the tears again before standing up and making her way to the kitchen. I hear a few pans clatter on the ground and I quickly make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

A gasp escapes my lips and my feet stop in their tracks when I see Bree holding a gun to her head. "I don't want to live." Bree mumbles and before she can do what might leave Luke broken forever, I run to Bree and grab the gun just as she pulls the trigger. A sharp pain shoots through my shoulder and my eyes widen as I fall to the ground. The last words I hear before I black out from the pain comes from Bree.

"Grace, stay with me!"

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