Flower Fields

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Celia's Pov

Getting in the car after the doctors appointment was tense and vulnerable, the energy in the car felt heavy.

I haven't cried this much since moms funeral.

Ivy's been quiet and I get it, I don't expect her to talk right now, I think she's still trying to wrap her head around the news.

I feel numb right now, i'm not sure what to feel and I don't want to feel upset for long, I hate feeling upset.

"Ivy, can we go to the flower fields we always went to with mom?" I break the silence.

"Sure Celia" Ivy replies, I notice the gentleness of her voice.

"Ivy, I know this news is heavy and even I don't know what to do, but please don't feel like you have to be extra gentle or act different around me" I ask.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know how to act now or what to do and my mind is running and I feel so lost right now" Her voice cracks indicating me that she's on the verge of crying.

"Ivy i'll be okay I promise, you know me. I won't let some sickness take control of my life" I try and reassure her, all while trying to reassure myself.

She whispers a quick 'okay' but I know she just doesn't want to keep talking about it and I get it.

Parking the car, I look at the familiar field I practically grew up in, there were a few flowers since the flowers aren't in season yet.

Walking over to the bench, I sit down. Ivy isn't far behind. I look at the field again and I feel calm, I always go here when my life feels a bit hectic and I need to calm my nerves.

"Remember when mom wanted to tie you to the bench because you always ran to the flowers and she was so scared of you getting lost" Ivy tells me as she sits down.

I laugh, remembering how mom would always scold me for running off.

"In my defense I love flowers and something about running through flowers made everything feel better when we were younger" I tell her with a small smile.

"I miss her" Ivy whispers quietly.

"I do too" I whisper back.

"Mom's right, we'll be okay" Ivy tells me with a smile as she holds both of my hands.

"We'll be okay" I repeat our moms favorite reminder.

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