Call You (Completed)

Part 44

Sadie's POV

Pacing.

I open my eyes. The room is dark, the curtains drawn. I feel dizzy, but less numb. A dry cough claws its way out of my throat.

Felicity opens the door.

"Hi, Sadie," she signs. "How are you feeling?"

Hi, I mouth. "Better," I sign. She smiles sadly, and steps into the room.

"Greyson is here."

Alarmed, I sit up. He can't be!

"I didn't go home last night, and he came over this morning." Her eyes begin to fill.

"You told him, right?" My heart drops to my toes as she nods. When she starts to sign an apology, I stop her. "Thanks for telling him. How is he?"

"He's -" she suddenly stops, when the door opens again. "-crying."

And he was. His eyes don't meet mine when he tells something to Felicity, and walks out of the door.

I lean back, defeated. "He hates me."

Felicity sits down on my bed. "No he doesn't. He's just feeling really sorry for himself, but I know that mostly he feels bad that he reacted before he knew your mom passed too."

I feel awful. "He's so kind. I don't deserve him, even as a friend."

Felicity sighs, and shakes her head.

"I hated you without even knowing you because my biological mom died. I only stopped when Dad found me and convinced Mom to adopt."

"He knows."

Tears prick at my eyes. "What was your sister's name?"

"Her name was Seraphina. She was 16 at the time."

"I'm so so sorry."

We cry together.

I cry because I'm glad Felicity doesn't hate me, I cry because she lost her sister, I cry for my dead parents. Mostly, I cry because I selfishly wish Greyson was here. But he's not.

A/N I love all of you for supporting me through writing. Even if I'm an evil author, and made this temporary bump.