"Guess my time is up now," she said, holding her hands up, "It's time for me to finally rest in peace. Oh, don't tell anyone about this meeting we are having," she placed her index finger vertically over her lips.
"You are leaving? Like, right now?" I asked and she nodded, "Don't you want to meet Luke before leaving?"
"No. If I wanted to meet him, then I would have asked him ages ago. I don't want to see him being sad again. Once is enough," she replied sternly, which I grimaced at because I knew the feeling of losing someone all too well.
"Besides, I've taken a lot more time than what I was given to watch over him by being stuck here, though I can only do that when he is in this room. He is a pretty caring mate, isn't he?" she asked while bumping my shoulders teasingly.
"He is," I smiled bashfully at her question. There was no denying that he cared a lot about me. He felt more like a father to me than my actual father.
