Hello, goodbye

She's leaving home

{wow 30th chapter already}
      After about 4 days, they let me out. George wanted me to stay on bed rest, but I told him I had something urgent to do, and I had to do it alone. At first he was reluctant, but then he came to terms with the fact that he couldn't argue his way out of this one, he let me go.
    I got on the subway, and immediately sat by Wilfred. He smiled when he saw me, and it made me feel at home.
"Rose, how are you?" He asked, and my heart broke to think about my answer.
"I'm not too good, actually," I said, and he sighed.
"Would you like to talk about it?" He asked, and he handed me Maxwell to pet.
I told him the whole story, start to finish, and he just listened the entire time. He nodded every once in a while, but other than that he was still and silent.
"You're a strong, beautiful woman, Rose. I know that you'll make it through this. The way you portray your story, it's so amazing. You never make it sound like you're the victim," he said, and I looked down at my feet.
"I don't know about that," I said, and he shook his head.
"Don't be modest, now. You've been through hell and back, young lady, and your perspective on the world has never changed, that's amazing," he said, and I thought about this. I suppose that I just always had that positive outlook on life and I always thought that life would get better because if I didn't, things would get too dark. I would shatter when I hit the ground, and I had no control as to wether I fell, I only had control of what to do when I hit the ground.

And I chose to pick up the pieces, and try again.

"Thank you, Wilfred," I said, and I knew I had to rush home to speak with George. I want a second chance at a family with him. Maybe not right now, but he needed to know that.
As soon as I got inside, George embraced me and cried into my shoulder. This took me off guard a bit, but I suppose it was only normal.
"What's wrong?" I asked, I was very concerned for him.
"I just- I went into the nursery and just sat in there, and it just made me remember everything, and relive the heartbreak and-" he said, but I just hugged him tighter.
"It's okay, George. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry," I said, and he wept into my shoulder. It made me very sad to see him like this, and it broke my heart to see his heart breaking every time he passed by that room.