of everything...
"Hey..." she called, motioning him over to get closer. Hudson shyly and slowly scooted over to her hospital bed, clutching his backpack with his hands.
She waited for him to speak.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a whisper, keeping his head down as he sat on the chair beside the bed.
Heaven smiled at him. He looked so worried and concerned about her. It was sweet.
"I'm fine, honey." she answered, urging him to look at her by tapping his chin upwards. She made sure to smile at him widely, like she was a hundred percent okay.
"It must've been scary, huh." she said, smiling apologetically at him as he stared. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
She was feeling so guilty that Hudson had to be the one to witness her fainting. She was sure that it scared him seeing her like that.
Hudson shook his head before asking again. "But are you really okay now? You look really pale, Miss Heaven. Are you sick a lot?"
Heaven remained smiling.
"Of course. Turns out I just need to eat more and sleep more. The doctor told me to take my vitamins too." she said, shifting in her seat to be more comfortable.
For the next few minutes, the two of them talked. About why she passed out, about his school, about anything.
They weren't that close, but Heaven felt light and happy having to talk to him like that. In the back of her mind, she knew why.
Because he resembled what his father was like when he was young.
Hudson was just like his father.
"Are you not..." he muttered, peeking over his lashes to look at her as his words stopped.
"Hmm?" she asked, urging him to continue.
"Are you not mad at me?" he asked, as if preparing himself for the answer.
Heaven was filled with confusion. Why would she get mad at him for? He didn't do anything.
"What do you mean, honey?" she clarified as she observed him. Hudson sighed, moving his feet back and forth as he looked down.
"Because... dad married my mom instead you." he answered.
Heaven felt the whiplash, like a hard slap on her face with his sentence.
What the hell?
"Uh-what-" she stuttered, gazing at Hudson as he continued to look down.
She didn't know how to answer. He shouldn't even know the situation, he was only a little kid.
"How do you-honey, I'm not..." she cleared her throat, suddenly wanting her dad to burst to the door with water in his hand. "I'm not mad at you."
"But it's my fault." he answered quick. As if he knew what she was about to say.
"No, no. Hudson, nothing is your fault. What happened those years ago, you weren't involved. It was never, and never will be your fault." she told him, assuring him that it was true.
He shouldn't be thinking those things.
He was too young to carry the burden of his parents' mistakes. And although he was the fruit of what happened, Heaven had no intention on putting the blame on him. Never.
What she wanted to do was to forget what had happened and move on. As much as she could. As much as she could take.
"But-" he started to speak, but stopped when he looked over at Heaven and saw the look she gave him.
