My very own fairytale (luke hemmings)

Chapter 28.

Sophie's pov

The end of my summer wasn't a piece of cake. I mean, I've spent my nights staring at the ceilling, waiting for my father's call telling me it was over.

I knew it wasn't the good behave to adopt, but I didn't want to create hopes. I knew my mother was really sick and her days were counted. I was just trying to accept it.

The week after I came back to Boston, I tried to forget about it, but it was impossible, of course. I would've never thought that my mother would one day suffer like that.

I went at my childhood house every week ends to be by her side, but at the end, I nocticed that the only thing I was doing, was watching her die infront of my eyes. I was crying because I felt weak. I couldn't do anything to keep her. I was spending my days sitting in her room, waiting for her to ask me a glass of water or in case if she has an attack.

Liz also came, to keep me company. She even assured me that Luke was much affected by the situation and was sorry not to be able to visit us, my mother and me. I confess that I didn't think much about Luke during this time. Of course, I couldn't believe that I was going through this difficult part of my life without him. If someone had told me that the day my mother was going to be sick I'll had to face it by myself, I would've never believed it. In my head, my bestfriend was going to be next to me, reassuring me and telling me everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn't. But he wasn't there.

At that moment, I was more concerned about the health of my mother tho.

And, everything went so fast.

Right after she announced me that she had cancer, her health literally dropped. She was not eating anymore, never leaving her bed or talking much. My mother was sleeping, and that's pretty much it.

At the end of August, just before the beginning of my classes in University, a doctor called to say they had a place for my mother's operation. The thing was that the hospital was in Boston. I was happy in a way because I could go to class while my mother was taking care of not too far from me. But she had to take the plane and she could barely move.

"I want to do it.." She whispeared to my father in her weak voice. He looked at her, hesitating about agreeing with her or not.

"Daddy, I think mom should take this decision. And, it might be her only chance." I insisted, taking the hand of my mother in mine.

My father stared at both of us before telling the doctor that we were coming.

I smiled to my mother, who had some kind of hope in her eyes. She weakly smiled back to me and we started to pack our stuff. I helped my father with my mothers clothes, since mine was already in my bag. I proposed him to stay at my apartment, even if I knew he was going to spend his days and nights with my mother at the hospital.

When the taxi arrived, the driver helped my father to carry my mom in the car. I sat in the passenger seat, next to the driver, glaring at my mom every once in a while.

***

We stopped at Liz's house and my heart skipped a beat. Luke's car was there, so it meant he was inside. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. Liz openned the door and I let out the sigh I was holding.

"Hey!" She said. She sounded tired and for the first time since I can remember, she wasn't wearing make up. Her blond hair was in a messy ponytail and she was wearing some yoga clothes.

She put me in a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"We are leaving for Boston, the three of us. Mom got a place for her operation at Bostin's hospital, so.."