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chapter six ➳ song

"please don't try so hard to say goodbye,"

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millie's pov:

i step out of my car into the brisk morning air of late april.

after closing the car door, i smile and wave at the face greeting me.

"i'm so glad you came," she spoke with a shaky voice, pulling me into a warm hug.

motioning me inside, i step into the heated room, looking around the house as how i remembered.

everything clean and modern, shelves of vases and displays of marble.

time passed as we sat at the kitchen table, she talked over a glass of tea.

"i'm just so worried," she added, lifting the tea bag out of her cup.

"don't focus on the what if's, he's going to be okay," i reassured, with my best smile.

although, i frankly was doubting myself as she did, but i couldn't bother to show it.

"it's been two and a half weeks, he should be awake," she argued, and i had no response.

a tear ran down her face and i tried my best to comfort her, seeing how she really cared about her son.

i ignored all the bad things finn would say about his mother, it simply was false- she really did care about him.

"hun would you mind taking these things up to his room? it's for when he gets back, i-i just can't do it," she sniffed, and i nodded my head as i grabbed the bag off the table.

i started going up the stairs, knowing exactly which bedroom was his.

i opened the door and it was if nothing had ever changed, it smelled like him.

ever sense i had gotten better, i had been stopping by every week to check in with finn and also with his mother.

it's been a week sense i healed enough to get out, and i couldn't bare being without him.

i set the bag on his bed and looked around, smiling at all the little details.

i took a deep breath in, as i noticed the guitar from his wall was set down on the carpet, a small piece of paper peeking out from under it.

i sat down slowly, carefully moving the guitar over in curiosity.

i picked up the piece of paper, on it held notes and lines i couldn't read.

i never took a music class, but i realized he was writing a song.

i smiled, not knowing he could write his own music, and turned the page over looking for more.

on the back i read his name, with a broad title in the middle:

Song Without Words