I had no idea what he was talking about, but I continued to stay quiet until he calmed down. Once this was achieved, he laid his head back in the corner. The area around his eyes was puffy.
I sat criss-cross in front of him. "Now that you're somewhat better now…" I cleared my throat, "I am Kim Rhodes. It is a pleasure to meet you, Edward."
"Rhodes? I thought…" He stopped a moment. He studied my face harder, causing me to bite my lip with curiosity. "No… that's not right. Your eyes… your hair…your voice. They're not right." I reached out and patted his arm.
"Yes, my last name is Rhodes. I've always had that last name, and my features haven't changed from the time I was born… unless you want to count the aging and maturing of my features."
"Why do you look so much like my Kim?" he asked with a voice so…heartbroken. We sat in silence for a few moments. In which, I placed both of my hands on my lap.
"My parents tell me that I look like my grandmother. They say that she was very beautiful in her lifetime, even at her older ages, she was quite attractive looking. I wouldn't know, though, because she died before I was even thought of. My older sister knew her, though. She speaks very fondly of her, even though only having eight year-old memories." I paused to look up at him; I'd been staring at the floor.
A look of anguish washed over his face. "She didn't wake up?" More tears began to fall from his eyes. I reached out and placed my hand on his head. I maneuvered to where I was sitting next to him so I could stroke his hair comfortingly.
"Edward, her time was up. She was at a very old age. Everyone dies at some point." He looked at me, his eyes filled with fear. I felt him shudder in my embrace. I sat quietly for a few more minutes, waiting patiently for him to stop shaking.
Once this was accomplished, I leaned back, letting go of him, and looked up at the ceiling. "Y-she never came back for me.." My head shot back down to see yet again the look of pure anguish on his face. I reached out and caressed his face lightly, feeling an instinct to protect him. I shook the feeling off and let go of him again.
"Edward... just..." I looked away to think for a moment. He obviously knew my grandmother. He loved her. His heart is completely broken. What am I going to do? I stared out of the empty space of the ceiling, looking up at the sky. "Edward, I think you should come with me."
Sorry for having chapters so short here in the beginning, but I promise that the chapters will get longer as the story comes about.
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