· My Echo · A Mikey Fusco Love Story {COMPLETE}

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [21]

"You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present."

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{6 months later}

The past was something that had always haunted Rachel. For years, she was sick with the memories of her past. They had consumed her present, and refused to let her take control. But in the past months she had said goodbye to the one woman who held onto her so tightly, the past was becoming just that; the past, a mere bump in this long, unwinding road. Of course she knew it wasn't over; Amanda wasn't dead, she had just given Rachel to another family. She had to end the relationship she had with her mother for good, because she didn't want it to come back later in her life.

"Knock knock," came a voice from the door and Rachel jumped slightly, the shirt she had in her hand falling into her suitcase slowly.

"Hi," she smiled slowly as her eyes met Mikey's; his smile matched hers until his orbs flew down to her suitcase, and he raised an eyebrow as he walked closer to her.

"Why are you packing?" He asked slowly as Rachel grabbed the shirt and folded it neatly in place.

"I'm going home," she shrugged, and Mikey's hand snatched her arm, a look of confusion and hurt in his eyes.

"What? Rachel, you can't leave... you can't go back to that woman. You can't leave me," he begged, his eyes shining with desperation. A small smile escaped Rachel's lips and she leaned up, kissing him softly. His hand loosened on her arm, and all thoughts he had had a moment ago were now erased, and consumed with the feeling of her lips on his. She pulled away after a moment and sent him a shy smile.

"Not for good, Mikey. For a few days," she sighed, blowing some of her hair out of her face, "I need to say goodbye to her. She is my mother, though she failed at the job, she needs a final goodbye," she nodded, and Mikey watched her carefully.

"You know in the 6 months we've been dating, you've not once mentioned your mother except for once, and from what I was told that one time, she doesn't deserve a goodbye," he shot her a look and she sighed once more, a bit deeper than before as she sat down on her bed.

"I know," she said slowly as Mikey stood before her, leaning down so his hands were rested on either side of the bed and his face was in front of hers, "But like I said; she's my mother. I'm not saying I'm going to be nice about it, because she doesn't deserve that. To be honest I plan on spitting everything she's ever done to me and put me through back in her face in our final goodbye, but that's what I need. I need it all to be over with, because if I don't get it out now, I'll worry about it until it is actually over. And what if I never see her again, if I don't do it now? What if I go about my life, and she goes about hers, and the next time I see her is at her funeral, while she's dead in a casket? I need to end it now," she looked at Mikey and his slightly clenched jaw and brought her hand up, tracing it slightly.

"I'm coming with you," he stated firmly, his jaw unclenching under her soft touch, but his voice stayed strong as he stared into her eyes.

"Mikey," she smiled softly, her thumb softly stroking over his soft cheek, "This is something I have to do alone. I can't rely on you to be there through everything," she spoke lightly, and kissed him slowly on the lips when she was done talking.

"Fine," he sighed after they broke apart, his eyes going back to staring into hers. He had a bad feeling about this trip for some reason, but he knew it was most likely just because of how he thought of her mother. Everything would be fine, he kept telling himself as he reluctantly helped Rachel pack; just fine.

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I SMELL DRAMA IN THE LAST 8 CHAPTERS. :O

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