Juliet`s POV:

“Oh, Mum”, I cried as I saw her coming towards Dad and me. She hugged me and I closed my eyes and breathed her perfume.

“She`s dying”, I whispered.

“I know honey”, she simply uttered. We stood in this position for some minutes before I let go.

“I brought you some clothes to change and food in case that you`re hungry”, she said and I nodded thankfully. Harry and Zayn just headed off two hours ago to get a shower and change their clothes.

Zayn first refused to go home: “I think I should stay. What if she asks for me?” I pushed him towards the exit, but I had to promise him that I would call as soon as something important was happening here. He gave me a short hug before he ran after Harry, who had left the hospital already.

I frowned my forehead at the thought of our goodbye.

“You can call me, when you need me.” He had looked at me with tired eyes since we had been sitting here on the uncomfortable seats in the waiting room the whole night.

“I make a note to myself, thanks”, I had answered.

Then he suddenly had checked if my Dad was looking over here, but he was distracted by the coffee machine and before I knew what was happening, Harry had pulled me closer to him and placed a small, gentle kiss on my lips.

“Call me”, he had told me again, but I was to surprised to answer anything and with that he had been on his way out of the hospital.

I really wanted to figure this kiss out, but my thoughts had always been flashing back to Liliane and her Mother. So all I actually had done was resting my head on my Dad´s shoulder as we had waited for my Mum to arrive.

“Have you already checked on Liliane?”, she questioned. Dad and me booth shook our heads.

“She shouldn`t be alone right now!”, my Mum ordered.

So Dad an me made our way to the room Lilianes` Mum was in. He knocked quietly, but we got no reply, so we entered without permission. Oh my good. Her mother looked horrible.

She was thin. Too thin to seem healthy and her face was pale, but her lips were blue. Liliane were touching her hand carefully while she was sleeping in a chair next to the bed, but I was afraid that even this little skin contact would hurt her.


And Liliane? She didn`t looked any better than her Mum. I could tell she had cried most of the time since her eyes were red and swollen and she looked like she hadn`t just fell asleep some minutes ago. My Dad stroke carefully over her hair and she opened her eyes slowly.

"Good morning, Liliane. You should better stand up. My wife Kristen has brought something to eat for you and some of Juliet`s clothes if you want to change it."

She stared at him for some seconds before she answered: "Thank you really much but I am actually not hungry."

She looked horrible and I felt like I should say something as well: “"You need to eat something Liliane. You can come back to your mum later.” I even tried to smile at her a little bit.

"Yeah I guess you are right”, she gave in and followed me out of the room. After I took a last look at Dad, sitting on her Mums` bed I silently closed the door.

I felt sick and still shocked at how I just saw Lilianes` Mum for the first time. Mum hadn`t moved a meter from where we had left her, but she smiled warmly as we got closer. We grabbed some of the sandwiches she had made, but kept quiet while eating them.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Wyler", Liliane expressed her thanks.

"You`re welcome and please call me Kristen." I handled her a jeans and a sweater even though I was sure the clothes would be way to small for her body, but as she got back they looked better on her than I had thought.

“Wanna go for a walk? I think you could need some fresh air”, I offered her and she agreed. As soon as we left the hospital and all the illnesses and sick people behind us, I was able to finally breathe again.

“It`s horrible, isn`t it?”, Liliane suddenly said.

“Huh?”, I looked at her confused, not knowing what she meant.

“The smell and the depressing feeling in there”, she explained. “First she was doing so well that we only had to stay for some hours, but lately she had been doing worse, which caused her to stay for some days.” I stared over to her and felt so sorry for her that she had to go through all of this.

“When did you find out?” Liliane sighed and smiled sadly.

“Three years ago. She felt sick and had to throw up nearly every morning. When we got the diagnosis it was way to late to safe her life, the doctor said the only choice were life-prolonging measures.” I could hear her voice shake and I closed my eyes. This was horrible.

“I am...so sorry”, I uttered slowly. She looked me in the eyes for the first time today.

“I appreciate that more than you think.”

I sighed and started to speak quickly: “No, I mean I have been such a bitch around you. I was just thinking about myself and how my life could change from that moment, that I completely forgot to think about you and your Mum. I didn`t even talked to you long enough to give you the opportunity to tell me. You can go ahead and hate me for that!”

She smiled and replied: “I don`t hate you, Juliet and the last thing I would`ve talked with you about, would have been my sick mother. So stop blame yourself.”

She looked so vulnerable, standing there with tired and red eyes and in my small-sized clothes and before I knew what I was doing, I pulled her into a hug. She seemed just as surprises as me, but then returned the embrace.

“I like the thought of getting to know you better”, I said and realized that that was the truth. She was my sister. I should at least give this a try.

Notes

Hey you all! I took me some time to write it. :/
I wanted to make a big-shout out to Lily13 , who gave us so nice feedback!
I tried to use your critique and do any better. Thank you so much!!

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