i miss you.

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Two days later, I was out of the hospital. Thank God there was no much damage to myself whatsoever. We decided to go to Brooke's wake.

I wore my favorite black long-sleeved dress and black heels and Anderson wore his black tux. We held hands as we went inside, knowing that I might try to harm myself again.

I saw her coffin, and just hugged Anderson. He held me so tight, comforting me. His head was shook down, shushing me from the sadness.

"We'd like to have Ms. Ainsley Smith to have a eulogy."

I went up to the podium with my legs trembling and my hands shaking.

"I...I don't know how to process this thing..."

Anderson looks at me and says, "Fight!"

"I met her a few weeks ago at a restaurant with Anderson. Little did I know we would be so close with each other, and we began to share things that we have never done before. Going to concerts, playing musical instruments, doing live shots...she is just a bubbly woman with an extraordinary love for journalism. I always have admired Brooke and looked up to her as my role model. I have been privileged to have met her despite the short time we have spent, but the memories are something I could treasure forever. I love you, Brooke, and I'm going to miss you. No. I miss you already."

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