I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white lace dress and a pair of flip flops. The dress was shaped like a heart in the back and the rest was made of lace. I pulled my black hair back in a bow.
'I can feel you miss John,' Brooks whispered. I sighed.
'I do. He was killed protecting me! Protecting us!' I cried. Brook whimpered. Silvery streams of tears formed on my cheeks.
'I know! Time heals all open wounds, Cat. It will get better. Fluffy promises.'
I smiled remembering Fluffy was the nickname I gave brooks as a small child. She called me Spatz, and we called John Boo. I do miss him.
