I pull the shirt over my head just as someone knocks on the door. Without uttering a word I pull out my hair from under the shirt. The door opens and William steps in.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me.

I keep my eyes averted from his face. I sit down on the bed's edge and look down at my jeans clad legs.

It was last night that I found out about the tragedy. The tragedy that my son was dead. My poor little baby was dead.

I feel something under my chin and then I'm looking up into William's eyes. I can see my own pain reflected in his. We both might have gotten over the loss of losing our parents but this was a loss that we might never get over.

"How are you?" He asks again.

I simply shake my head as tears spring up again. He wraps an arm around me and draws me to him. I lean my head against his chest and sob into his shirt.

"What are we going to do?" I whisper, gasping for air.

I feel him kiss my head and then my cheek before pulling me away slightly and kissing me lightly. I melt into him, trying my best to rid myself of the grief for a few moments. But it seems impossible.

"I was thinking that maybe we could hold a memorial service. Just for our families." He says.

I pull away and look at him. "Really?"

"Yeah." He replies.

I think it over for a minute and then ask. "Can I see him before...Saying goodbye?"

"Do you want to? I thought that..." He starts to speak but I cut in. "I want to. Please."

"Alright. Give me a minute." He says, kissing me one last time and then leaves the room.

I stare down at my hands and keep staring till I hear the door open again and Aunt Maria appears.

"How are you feeling?" She asks me, pushing her hands into the pockets of her coat.

"Fine." I reply, staring at my hands.

"I'm really sorry, Cassandra." She says, setting a hand on my shoulder.

I sniff as tears threaten to spill out. She leans down and gives me a brief hug before pulling away and saying. "William requested that you wanted to see him."

"Yeah." I say, rubbing my eyes to wipe away the tears but they won't dry and keep coming.

"Come on then." She says, setting a hand on my back and leading me out of the room. There are a few people assembled outside the room.

Mom is the first one to walk over to me and envelopes me in a hug. I sigh into a shoulder as she pulls away. Ella is standing right behind her and smiles sadly at me as she hugs me and whispers. "I'm sorry."

The last person is Ronald. He opens his arms and I step into them. His touch is fatherly protective. After a few moments he lets me go and steps back at the very moment Will appears.

"Ready?" He asks.

I nod my head and walks towards him. He slips his hand into mine and then leads me to the elevator. After stepping in the elevator takes us to the top floor. He stops outside a door and turns to me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks me.

I sigh and nod. "I'm sure."

He opens the door and steps back letting me go into the room first. I walk in and my eyes wander around the room. The room is whitewashed with a tiny crib in the center. My feet seem to sink into the ground, making me unable to walk.

I feel a hand on my back and then with the reassurance that he's right behind me I walk up to the crib. There in it is my baby wearing a little white jumper. He seems perfectly healthy and it seems that if I touch him he'll start crying.

I reach out and lightly touch his cheek. After looking at him for a few minutes I slip my arms under him and lift him into my arms. Just as he touches my chest tears start to spill out. If it hadn't been for William's arms I would have slid down to the ground.

My body shakes as I cry for my dead son.

I bury my face into his tiny shoulder and sob into his jumper. I remember buying a pair of matching white jumpers. I pull away and look down at the little baby in my arms.

It seems as if my heart is going to burst now, so I kiss his tiny hand, then his head and finally his cold cheek. I turn around to look at William but he isn't looking at me, his eyes are fixed on my arms. I step towards him and hold out his son to him.

He slips in his arms next to mine and takes the baby from me. I reach up and wipe away my tears as he says goodbye too.

After a few moments he says. "We have to decide a name."

"What?" I croak through the tears.

"We still haven't given him a name." He says, now looking at me.

I gulp and look down at the boy. "I can't decide like this."

"You must've had something in mind." He urges, looking back at the baby in his arms.

I look at my husband for a second, observing him. "You sound like you have something in mind."

"I do." He nods.

"What?" I sniff.

"Frederick." He says, more to the baby than me.

"Frederick...?" I start but then I understand what he's saying. Frederick was my father's name.

"Frederick William Blake." I announce.

William kisses the baby on the forehead and then puts him back in the crib. Moving back he snakes an arm around my waist and holds me close to his side. After standing there for a few moments, I move forward and touch his hand for the last time.

"Bye Fred." I whisper, through the tears before turning and walking out of the room as the same thoughts repeat in my head.

My son is dead.

I don't want to live this life.

I want to die.

So, here's the next chapter.

There were so many comments on the previous chapter. I absolutely loved reading them. Just reading what your expressions were was so interesting.

I hope as many of you comment on this chapter too.

And I'm back at school, so I might change the frequency with which I update. I might go from every five days to once a week which would be on weekends. I'll have to see what suits me best since I have a lot of burden of school work and if I tend to improve my grades then I need to do this.

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