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3.0: beautiful ghosts (EF)

Empty. That was all Taylor felt for the last two weeks. The two weeks without her mother who had unfortunately not been able to beat her battle with cancer.

Since that day, Taylor has not been herself. Her bubbly demeanor and the spark in her ocean eyes now gone. She has not left the bed practically at all. She has barely ate, drank or slept. The only time she would consume anything would be because of Travis' worrying.

It was midday now. Travis had been downstairs with Taylors cats and his two dogs. Rambo was sitting beside him on the couch while Chauncey was sitting on his dog bed chewing on his bone. Meredith and Olivia were also downstairs somewhere Travis wasn't sure of. But Benjamin has spent a while with Taylor upstairs.

Looking at the clock and seeing it was lunchtime, Travis pat Rambo on the head before getting ip and going into the kitchen. He made Taylor some chicken tenders; her comfort food, and took a bottle of water out of the fridge for her. So far, whenever Travis wanted Taylor to try and eat she had been mostly cooperative, but she did have bad days. He hoped today wasn't one of those days.
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Taylor laid in bed, practically in a fetal position. She was hidden under the covers with her head poking out. She lay facing away from the door, staring at the wall while lost in thought. Her hair slightly disheveled, she was still in the same pajamas from last week; she didn't bother to change or even get dressed.

Her mother was practically her best friend. She loved her more than life itself. She had been with her mom through all her battles in the hospital for years, and every time she made it through and things worked out in their favor. But not this time. She had no idea what she'd do now. Her mother got too sick, and she couldn't do anything to help her like she had done for Taylor all her life.

This thought brought back a memory...

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November 24th, 1996.

"How you feeling today Tay?" Andrea said softly after knocking on her bedroom door and coming in slowly. Taylor just groaned softly, rubbing her eyes.

Andrea smiled softly. "Not too good huh?" She got a shake of the head from the six year old. Andrea reached over to her daughter and felt her forehead with the back of her hand. "You're still burning up.." She sighed softly.

Taylor looked up at her mother groggily. Taylor had been diagnosed with the flu a few days ago and wasn't feeling the best.

"I dont wanna be sick anymore mommy." Taylor mumbled, followed by a small coughing fit. Andrea rubbed her arm gently.

"I know sweetheart, but at least it's before your seventh birthday party," She tried to reason with the child. "Did the nap help?"

Taylor shrugged "A little bit." She responded, moving her blonde curls out of her face. The two looked at each other for a moment, then Taylor spoke up.

"Can I please have ice cream?" She suggested, making Andrea chuckle softly. "I think you should be eating some soup and definitely some vegetables if you want to get better." She told her daughter with a smile.

Taylor pouted and crossed her arms, making Andrea chuckle. "Don't pout at me missy." She went to tickle Taylors sides, making her squirm and giggle.

After her fit of giggles, Andrea leaned into Taylor and pressed soft kisses all over her daughters face, making her squeal and laugh.