Two months passed and I was still grieving. There were days when I accepted the fact that Rebecca is gone but there were also days when I just cry and cry. I was on a roller-coaster ride. I dragged everyone into my turmoil state of mind. I was barely home after Rebecca passed away. Either I was at Frank's house, in New Jersey or my friend's house. As far as I know, no one touched Rebecca's room or entered her room ever since that day. Ever since the day of her funeral, I never went back to the cemetery.

As for Frank, I knew his patience was running thin but I just kept on pushing him away.

"For fuck's sake, B. It has been two months", Frank said in the most frustrating tone.

I just kept quiet and stared blankly into space.

Frank sat in front of me and put his head on my lap.

"You can't keep on torturing yourself like this, baby. Rebecca would want you to be hap-"

"Don't tell me what Rebecca wants, Frank. Don't you dare tell me because I was holding her when she died, Frank. She was in my arms. So don't tell me what she wants", I finally spoke up.

Frank stood up and looked at me in disbelief, "You know what, Blair. You are right, I do not know her so I don't know what she wants. But one thing I know about her, she kept on living when she knew her journey was coming to and end and look at you, you couldn't read the fucking letter that she gave you and you haven't gone to her grave, not once. I do not know what she wants but I know she wanted to you to continue living."

Frank gritted his teeth at the end of his sentence and I just shook my head and started crying. He took his leather jacket and car keys.

"You're fucking impossible", Frank said before leaving the house.

His words hurt me but he was right. For a person who just came into my life, he got every word right about me. It has been two months and I still haven't read Rebecca's letter. Frank refused to tell me his, at least til I read mine.

That was when I realize that I should stop making things hard to everyone around me, especially Frank. He dropped everything to be with me.

I decided to leave Frank's house and finally go back to my house because staying here only means that I am still living in denial and I don't want to anymore. I was packing my bag when I heard the front door.

"Blair, where are you going?", Frank said when he saw my suitcase.

"You were right, Frank. I was in denial and I can't do that anymore.", I replied.

"Baby, I am sorry about the things I said this morning. It was selfish and rude. I wanted to you to get better but I made things worse"

I shook my head and pulled him into a hug, "No, Frank. I made things hard and I shouldn't anymore"

He let go of me and looked at me in disbelief, "Are you.. leaving me?"

I chuckled, "No, silly. I am just going back to my parents' house. Hiding in your house has been great but I miss home"

"Can you go back tomorrow? Stay with me for another night. Please baby?", Frank said and made puppy face.

"Fine.. but you must do something with me tomorrow."

"Anything, Blair. What is it?", Frank replied.

"I want to visit Rebecca's grave"