Never Coming Home

Gerard's POV

Susan looks away for a second, a mix of sympathy and guilt in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"...nothing." she says. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Don't worry...she's been dead for ages."
She nods and pours a glass of water for herself. "You don't have to read it if you don't want to."
I take a second to think. Maybe I don't want to read it. I shake my head. "I don't."
She nods and I hand it back to her. "What would you like me to do with it, then?" she says
"Burn it." I say, instantly. I don't want anything to do with my past lover, anymore. I will do anything to delete all of my memories of her. All the painful nightmares. I'll burn that goddamn note myself, if I have to.
But she does, she exits the room and comes back, washing her hands in the sink in the room.
"I lit it in the sink." she says. "It's gone, now."
I nod.
"Thank you." and I have never been more thankful for anything in my life.

*********

It's been a couple of says, now. Lucy's been coming to visit Frank every day. Never a dull moment with Lucy, which is especially annoying when you just want a relaxing moment to fall asleep. And she's back again today.
"Where's Hannah?" I find myself asking. She turns to me, and looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. "Oh, yes, Hannah." she says, shaking her head like she's wondering why she even had to question it. "Uhm....it turns out the Hannah's been placed in an asylum. Apparently those damn police put her there after her little breakdown here. Poor thing."
I can't exactly say I didn't expect this, I mean, times are bad. It's the type of thing that would've happened without thought here.
I shake my head and look up, hearing footsteps coming near the door. In the door frame is Ray with his arm wrapped around Emily, his lover.
"Hello, everyone." he says, walking into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Em!" says Lucy, walking over to Emily, hugging her lightly from the side. Emily smiles slightly. Emily Brookstaker. A delicate sight just to witness, nobody would be better to suit Ray.
"So, Em" begins Lucy. "did you hear about Hannah being put into the asylum?"
"No, hold on, please." she shuts her eyes tightly, as though she's in pain for a few seconds, placing a hand on her forehead like she has a headache, before going normal again. "I haven't."
One thing about Emily, she has post-traumatic stress disorder. That's basically a disorder you develop after a traumatic experience. You basically get horrible flashbacks whenever you see or hear something that reminds you slightly of that experience.
Emily's been living with it most of her life, though, so she's learnt to ignore them...mostly.
"Sorry, darling, did I trigger something?"
"Don't worry, Luce, it's fine."
Right now, I'm seeing my two best friends with their true lovers. It makes me miss Clara all the more, and I can't help shut my eyes, remembering her. I know she would want me to carry on without her, but I've known her my whole life, and watches her drop dead in my arms. I suddenly want to see what's in that note.
"Susan." I say, coming out of my thinking daze.
"Yes?" she looks up immediately from her paperwork.
"Did you...did you really burn that note?"
"Yes, I did. Why? Do you want to know what's in it?"
"I do, but I can't exactly find out anymore. It's fine, I told you to do it."
"I...I might be able to help you with that, actually. But if I do tell you, please don't get mad."
"I won't."
"I sort of was told what the letter said..."
"You were?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"Yes." she nods, looking slightly guilty.
"Well...could you please tell me?"
"Of course. You sure you want to know?" I nod, more than anything. "Well, it turns out that Clara never told you that she had a daughter."

Notes

It's short but it's something. ^_^