“What happened to her?” I don’t answer her at first. I don’t want to say it, but she just keeps staring at me, waiting for me to answer.

“She…she’s…” I stammer like an idiotic little kid. “She died.” My voice is barely above a whisper, I can barely hear myself, but I hope she heard me because I doubt I could say it again.

“I’m so sorry.” She says and I laugh harshly. The sound is hollow and pained and I notice that she cringes slightly.

“For what? You never knew her.”

“But you did. I’m sorry for your loss.” She says to me and I don’t know quite how to reply. “What was she like?”

“Do we have to talk about her?” I hiss through my tears.

“Do you want to talk about something else?” She asks, but I can tell she knows the answer. I don’t want to talk at all and even if we talk about something completely random, I’ll find a way to relate it back to Kat.

“She had your eyes.”


“Yeah. She was so beautiful. I wanted our kids to have her eyes, but…”


“But then she got sick.”


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