Not Typical (A sequel to I Don't Believe In love)

Part 8

Seb and I disembark the ship after an amazing month of privacy. There were no fans, no paparazzi, and no people bombarding me with questions. As we step back into the cold New York air I am hit with the fact I have to return to Hamilton. It really is the last thing I want right now, but it's my job.

"Seb, I'm going to go see my mom. See you later," I say and give him a kiss before getting into a cab. Right after I get out I get a call from Seb. "Have you gotten to your mom's yet?" He asks urgently. "No, why?" I ask. "Don't go in. I am coming to get you and I have to tell you something my parents just told me," he says with his voice breaking. "Ok, I'll see you soon," I say before hanging up. As I sit outside in the cold I can't help but wonder what's wrong. I try not to go there, but what if she died? I let my mind start to wonder, but before I know it I am in Seb's parent's house. 

He sits me down and makes me a warm cup of hot cocoa before telling me what's happening. "Donna, there is no easy way to say this but your mom has died," Seb says. I sit there in shock, not knowing what to do. I feel a wave of emotions come over me. I feel so sad that I'll never see her again, or have her hold me while I cry in her arms, or have her at my wedding day, and she won't get to meet her grandchildren. "How did she die," I ask with a weak voice. Seb gets choked up so Vanessa comes in from the other room to explain. "She had a heart attack, which is often caused by lots of grief and heartbreak. She still missed your dad," Vanessa says. 

I find myself walking around town. I soon see I'm by the new world trade center, so I know Trinity Church is close, and that means the Hamilton's are too. I find myself in front of Eliza's grave asking her, "How did you manage so much heartbreak, yet you were still so strong, and so amazing?" I realize I won't get answers here, so I walk away. I walk back to our apartment and run into my room. I start sobbing. I can't take it. I feel like such a disappointment and I don't have my parents here to help me, or cheer me on, or even be at my wedding. 

When I wake up the next day I see a sleeping Seb, with his glasses still on, and his hair ruffled. I can't help but chuckle a little bit. He soon wakes up and kisses my forehead. I want to be able to smile back at him, but I don't have the strength. "How are you," he asks. I start to answer before I start crying again. "It's ok to cry. You have to let it all out. You really have had some bad stuff happen, so it's ok to feel weak and small. But Donna, you are the strongest woman I know. You have so much love, kindness, patience, and really are so amazing and that's why I love you," Seb says. "Thanks, baby," I say back realizing that I have to come to terms with this. Life won't get better unless I make it better. 

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