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I'm thinking. I can tell by the way he's looking at me that he knows anyway.
    "Ready?" He motions us toward the elevators, and we walk next to one another to his car and drive home in complete silence. It's oddly comforting, and I'm not sure how to feel about that.
     

Chapter Six
    Once we make it back to my house, Keegan doesn't say a word. I expect he can suddenly read my mind, because that's exactly what I kept asking for in my head: Quiet. He of course opened my door for me and helped me out of the car. Once inside, we both kick our shoes off, and I immediately make my way upstairs. I grab some towels for him and place them on the dresser in the spare bedroom, which used to be my grandmother's room. There is no trace of her in the room any longer, except for the lingering scent of roses. It always reminds me of her even after all this time. She will always be watching over me, watching over all of us.
    I turn to leave and notice that Keegan followed me. He enters the room, taking in the surroundings, and his eyes land on a picture on the nightstand of my grandmother and me from my high school graduation. Without looking at me, the words "Thank you" escape his lips. I don't feel like he was thanking me, but the ghost of the person this room used to belong to.
    I walk silently out of the room and make my way to my own. I close the door, but don't lock it. There's no need; he won't be bothering me. He's already made himself more than clear, and even though I don't want to I trust his word. Once I'm in bed I stare up at the ceiling, and it takes me a long while to fall asleep. I can't stop thinking of the man down the hall, and the last time we were here, when he fulfilled a promise he made to me a long time ago. The prom for two that he orchestrated and surprised me with was so much like a fairy tale. I didn't think that we would ever be apart again after that, but I was wrong. Thankfully, exhaustion overtakes the memories and I fall into a deep, needed sleep.
     
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    I wake groggy. The sun is filtering through my bedroom curtains. I remove myself from my comfortable bed and walk over to my window. Pushing aside the curtain, I look out at the street. Everything is calm and quiet, and Keegan's car is still parked where he left it. I remember I'm dependent on him at the moment, since my dad's car is still at the hospital.
    I make my way down to the kitchen and luckily don't run into Keegan. I hope he's still fast asleep. The clock on the microwave reads six in the morning, and I'm in desperate need of coffee. Opening the cabinets, I find I don't even have enough for a cup. I'm definitely out of luck. I decide to head to the local Starbucks after a quick shower. I dress in another pair of jeans I find in my closet and a blue tank top. I may have to go shopping while I'm here, since my wardrobe is back in New York. The clothes here are fine for a weekend, but I have no idea how long my dad's recovery will take.
    I quietly tiptoe into the spare bedroom. I need the keys to Keegan's rental, but I don't want to wake him. Well, actually I don't want him to bully his way into taking me to get coffee. I spot his keys on the nightstand. I quickly grab them, glancing at the picture of my grandma before making a quiet run for the door. I take a deep breath and thank the stars he didn't wake. My heart is beating double time, but I have no time to waste so I immediately tiptoe down the stairs and out the door. I make sure I close the car door softly, and luckily when I start the engine it's quiet. I slowly pull out of the driveway to get my caffeine fix.
    After getting my caramel macchiato, I take a small detour. I turn onto Rose Street, which is ironic since I'm heading to visit my grandmother Rose. I park the car in front of the duck pond that is located just across from my grandparents' graves. My father brought me here often when I was little. I remember my dad being sad, but he always gave me duck food to feed the ducks. There's