Caden Point of ViewI was about to open the door to my room when I froze, What if my paintings are on the floor"Caden, are you okay?" Fiona asked, intertwining our fingers. Well, Fuck it, if my paintings are on the floor, it's time for her to meet the Artist in me"I'm fine" and with that I opened the door, the room looked nice, my super large bed was neatly made, everywhere was sparkling neat, and on the wall laid Caramel's picture -- a picture I painted years ago --She was smiling and beautiful, She was clad in white, so fucking beautiful, I miss her, I miss momma, I miss me, Fuck.I didn't realize I was seated on the bed, I watch as Fiona locked the door before coming to me, seating on . . .my lap "Caden" She whispered, circling her hand round my neck, only then did I realize I've been crying, I touched my forehead to hers as I cried, emotions rushing through me, nostalgia, grief, sadness."Everything will be okay, Caden. You've got me, you will always have me" She whispered, carr
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