Chapter Twenty-Three

            The morning came much too quickly for Chloe’s tastes- hadn’t she just gone to bed like an hour ago?  Her eyes slowly focused on the annoying blaring alarm clock which said it was eight in the morning.  She cursed under her breath.  She did go to bed early but sleep never seemed to last long enough these days. Swearing that time played awful mind tricks on people, she swung her feet out of bed, stood, and stretched.

            Her almond eyes moved to the ‘CATS’ wall calendar hanging up to see that she’d been rudely awakened blasphemously early on a Saturday, of all days. Now it was time to quickly rack her mind for an answer to the question of- why on earth had she set her alarm for eight AM on a day where she didn’t have classes? There was no way she’d miss out on sleeping in on the weekend unless there was something so terribly important for her to do besides sleep.

            Chloe’s eyes darted to the calendar again to see her tiny words scrawled in the little numbered box. “Oh crud…” she grumbled.

            ‘Mid-morning Drama Presentation’ was what the calendar read to her, and suddenly it all came flooding back to memory.  She’d completely forgotten about the director she…didn’t quite see in the mob of drama students encircling him…or her.  The presentation they were giving was Saturday morning…

            “Today...at 9:30.  Well, that gives you about forty-five minutes Chloe.” She murmured quietly and pushed her hands through her bed-head styled hair before rummaging through the small dresser-chest to find her clothes for the day.

            While she had avoided the director last night, Chloe knew it wasn’t possible today.  Her professor had deemed it mandatory to attend the presentation- no doubt there’d be some sort of test on it come Tuesday, her next class with him. Though, her curiosity was slightly peaked as to who the mystery director was.  She wondered if it was anyone Pete had introduced her to at the wrap party or at the premier. Given this much motivation to get moving, Chloe decided the safe way to find out was to simply find a seat in the back somewhere. See and be unseen.

            Still somewhat groggy, and in desperate need for a cup of coffee or something else equally caffeine laden, the brunette trudged out of her dorm, down the hall, and towards the showers.  She nodded a hello to Gloria as she entered and found her way into an empty shower stall- which wasn’t too difficult to find seeing as how the other normal people who didn’t take drama were still comfortably sleeping.

            In a matter of moments Chloe was enveloped in the icy cold water spouting from the shower-head, her senses springing to life all at once.

            “Now there’s an eye-opener,” she laughed softly to herself, rubbing her eyes with soaked hands before leaning her head back to wet her hair.

            It was only in a time of a few minutes that Chloe’s quiet shower was interrupted. A familiar voice singing a rendition of Annie’s “Tomorrow” with a Scottish burr came floating to her ears from the next stall over.  Somehow it managed to slip the girl’s mind that she’d gone to the co-ed showers, which she never went to for fear of having an un-pleasurable meeting with Drake. That just went to show how badly that cup of coffee was needed to wake her up before going to the showers.

            When the high stressed note in the word ‘tomorrow’ was reached, and the voice cracked trying to reach it, Chloe snickered.

            “Hey Riley, I don’t think Broadway’s ready for just yet.”

            At that, the singing stopped and was followed by the sound of something clamoring and echoing off the shower stall walls. Then, “Hullo lass; I wasn’t aware I had an audience.”

            Smirking, Chloe shook the water from her eyes and lifted her gaze only to see Riley’s face peering over the top of the stall down at her. Letting out a yelp of surprise, she snatched up her towel to wrap around her body, getting it soaked in the process and replied shrilly.

            “I wasn’t aware that I had one either! Rye, what are you doing?!”

            The Scot grinned boyishly and shook his head, sending the small curls of wetted sandy hair flying. “Relax, Chloe, would you? However lovely it is to see ya naked, it doesn’t do a thing for me. It doesn’t tickle my pickle so to speak. Actually, I was wonderin’ could I borrow some shampoo?  I’m all out.”

            Still wary and holding the towel tightly, Chloe gingerly bent down and picked up her half used bottle of Herbal Essences and tossed it promptly at his head. It missed, but Riley got the picture.

            “Thanks lass, but uh your aim’s a little off. Won’t happen again.” And with that he vanished back into his shower cubicle.

            Blinking, the cold water began to sting her face, and only because she knew she was blushing about a thousand different shades of red.  At least she knew Riley wouldn’t assault her about it, and he wouldn’t go running about telling whoever he could find to listen.  It helped that he wasn’t a heterosexual because what gay guy would care if he saw a girl naked? It also helped that Riley was just the kind of guy who wouldn’t say anything in the first place, however wacky it was of him to have so simply looked over.

            Finally getting over it, Chloe let the towel hit the floor and turned the water off, hearing the Scot’s voice rise above his shower head’s noise.

            “Tooooomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya t’morrow! You’re only a daaaaaay…aaaaawaaaaay!” 

            Laughing, she dried off the best she could with what dry parts of the towel remained and got dressed, jumping into her worn jeans and pulled a slightly scratchy turtleneck over her head. Carrying the sopping wet bundle of towel in one arm and her nightclothes in the other, Chloe went back to her dorm, leaving Riley and his performance for the mildew on the tiles.  It was only five after nine- which was a great thing for Chloe because she had a bit of time to run down to the coffee shop and get a latte before the presentation started. 

            “Which is exactly what I’m going to do…” She decided and snatched her purse before bolting out the door.

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            Haley stretched out beneath a tree, her eyes moving from her book, to her watch, then to the grounds, taking a moment to relax her sight.  There was still a good fifteen minutes before the presentation began and she wasn’t going to let that time go to waste by sitting in the lecture hall that early.  Her gaze moved about the handful of students milling about the pathways before they landed on a pair of out of place men strolling slowly towards the hall, looking very much like they were trying not to be seen.

            She tilted her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she got to her feet slowly and took a few steps forward. It only took a moment before she realized who the tall, young man walking beside director, Ron Hasbro, was.

            “Holy shit, it’s Oliver Englewood.” Her eyebrows shot up and her book snapped shut.  It wasn’t that Haley was star-struck, not at all. She came from quite a wealthy family; she’d dealt with celebrities before.  It was just that she and Riley were the only ones who knew about Chloe’s history with Oliver, the entire story, and it seemed the Brit was attending the presentation.

            “Or he’s a part of it….shit, shit, shit.” She chanted, turning wildly in search of Riley.  He usually had a knack of turning up somewhere nearby.

            And there he was- just coming out of the dorms now and moving towards her quickly. She strode to meet up with him, her gaze forever darting to Oliver’s form until Riley’s gaze followed hers. It hardly took him any time at all to figure out who he was and when they met up, his expression was indescribable.

            “Haley! That’s…isn’t it?” he stammered, trademark grin having vanished. His face had gone nearly white.

            The red-head nodded vigorously.  The pallor of Riley’s face matched how she felt. They both were really close to Chloe, and neither of them wanted to see her get hurt.  Oliver was a touchy subject just to talk about- they could only imagine what it would be like if he was actually seen.

            “We have to tell her, Riley.  She should be coming back from Starbucks in a few minutes…we have to tell her.”

            The Scot snatched the girl’s face in his palms to keep her from nodding. “No, we can’t Hay.”

            “Are you nuts?!” she shouted, and then lowered her voice, eyeing Oliver as he looked about, met her gaze briefly and disappeared into the doors. “Chloe can’t go in there not knowing that Oliver is here! We don’t know how she’s gonna react! She might go…Carrie on us.”

            Riley snorted and shook Haley’s head with his hands before dropping his arms to his sides. “Listen t’ me, okay? This presentation is assigned to us and if she knows he’s here, she won’t go inside. We could take notes sure, but who knows the reason why the professor had us come here, right? He didn’t tell us. Besides, it’s not our business. We should just let Chloe find out for herself.”

            “But…but…Riley.” Haley whimpered, stomping her foot. “She’s gonna go nutty, I’m telling you she will.”

            He shrugged, “Hey, we love Chloe, we can put up with it. The only person I feel sorry for is Oliver. Look, she’s coming now…just…act like you don’t know anything, alright?”

            With a slight pout, the girl nodded and sighed, turning to see Chloe with her regular latte in hand, looking wide awake for 9:25 AM. “Hey Chloe.” She greeted with something of a nervous smile. Sure, she was an actress, but it was hard to hide something like this from her best friend.

            The brunette raised an eyebrow. “Hi Hay…you feeling alright? You look a little pale.”

            Riley chuckled and put his hands on Chloe’s shoulders, steering her away from Haley, even as the girl moved to keep up. “Ah, she’s alright lass, just had some bad milk this mornin’ is all. C’mon, we’ll be late for the presentation. 9:30 sharp, remember?”

            “Ah huh…hey can we sit in the back?” Haley heard Chloe ask as they went inside.

            The red-head let out a small whimper again as she caught sight of Oliver move swiftly behind the stage, somehow keeping out of sight of everyone else, including Chloe. However, there was absolutely no guarantee that he wouldn’t be seen when the presentation began. Feeling slightly like she really did drink some bad milk, Haley took her place beside her best friend and held her breath…

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            Oliver paced back and forth, helping Ron set up on the stage for the presentation. His heart was beating rather quickly, too rapidly for it to be normal. He’d seen one of Chloe’s friends outside before he went in and she had easily seen him as well.  At least, he was quite certain the red head was one of Chloe’s friends.  In any case, he’d seen the guy that Chloe had gone with the night before, and it was very likely that he knew who Oliver was. Not to mention that they were presenting to the drama students, and that was what Chloe was.

            She’d be there, he could feel it, and it made him want to double over and stay crouched on the floor with his head in the floor like an ostrich.  Perhaps he’d get lucky- she wouldn’t show up and…no it didn’t matter.  He’d made up his mind to talk to her before he and Ron left Juilliard and New York altogether, so what difference would it make if the girl saw him sooner or later? He imagined it wouldn’t differ much in the reaction she’d have.  She’d either be extremely happy to see him and rejoice in their brief reunion, or she’d hate his guts again.

            An elbow in his side and Ron’s voice snapped him back to reality. “We’re starting man, are you ready?”

            Oliver swallowed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes darting out to the students seating themselves. He didn’t see her, but he saw the red-headed girl moving into a row before some more students filed in. Was he ready?

            “Yeah, mate, I’m ready.” Hell no he wasn’t.

            The Brit lingered in the near background as Ron moved to the front of the stage, waited for a few minutes before everyone had settled down, then he began to speak.

            “Well, I’ve met a lot of you last night after your performances, which I did see. However, I do see some fresh faces out there…so for their sakes and any who have no idea who I am, let me introduce myself. The name is Ron Hasbro, and, ah yes, I see you, nodding, and murmuring.  You might have seen my name on some of your favorite films and now you’ve a face to match to the name.”

            Oliver sighed. Ron thoroughly enjoyed doing these presentations and usually so did Oliver, but it was different this time.  His gaze forever scanned the small sea of students…no Chloe. He slowly began to relax, hanging around in the dim backlighting, waiting until Ron introduced him. Maybe Chloe wouldn’t be there after all and he’d be saved some embarrassment until he approached her later.

            Ron grinned at the crowd. “Alright, I don’t want to talk your ear off and bore you all to death about “The Biz”, so I brought a friend along- someone I think you’d all much rather listen to talk about. Oliver, if you’d kindly step into the limelight.”

            The Brit hesitated then stepped forward, his form better seen and the usual squeals from some girls ran through the students.  He got that a lot.  Waiting a few seconds, he nodded to Ron then took his hands from his pockets.

            “I’m not sure why anyone would much rather listen to me drone on about the movie business either, but I’ve been told it’s because of the accent. How ‘bout it?”  He managed a small chuckle and grin as he got an enthusiastic response. “I guess it is.”

            “Among other things!” a girl shouted from the middle rows.

            Oliver shook his head, “I’m sure, love, thanks!” this got an excited squeal from the girls surrounding her. “Anyhow, I’m afraid the presentation isn’t terribly exciting. We’re just here to tell you what you need to know about getting into the movie business, and what you ought to look out for, yeah?”

            As he spoke, he continued scanning the audience, until they found what they sought. His voice nearly caught in his throat- Chloe was sitting between the guy from last night and the red-headed girl, staring straight back at him with an expression of utter disbelief.

            “Ah…umm…the…the business is…ah…” he stammered, watching as Chloe turned her head away, stood up and rushed out of the building.

            Without even thinking, Oliver hopped off the stage, swiftly making his way past the hands of groping girls down the aisle, Chloe’s name poised on his lips. The door hadn’t even closed all the way when he burst through it into the crisp fall air, his eyebrows furrowing as he caught her form walking quickly away.

            “Chloe! Chloe wait, will you please?!” he shouted to her, ignoring the fact that half the audience had pressed against the door to see what was going on.

            Oliver followed her, huffing a little because the girl was doing all but breaking out into a full run. He didn’t quite understand why she was so upset, why she wasn’t happy to see him. As far as he remembered, he’d been trying to get a hold of her and she never bothered reaching him.  The flowers he’d sent couldn’t have been that bad.

            “Chloe! Stop, hey!” he was beginning to get frustrated, but now that he was in pursuit it might be the only chance he got.

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            Slipping into her seat beside Riley, Chloe sipped at her latte, waiting for the presentation to begin. She was happy- she had coffee and now she was awake.  Haley still didn’t look too well, in fact, the girl looked downright nervous.  However, Riley was all smiles.  It was a good thing Chloe could say it wasn’t because of the lovely free show he got earlier.

            After a couple minutes the lecture began, and the director introduced himself as Ron Hasbro, which was, indeed, one of the few directors she’d been introduced to. Letting out a slight sigh of relief that she did decide to sit in the back, Chloe relaxed against her chair, all ears.

            Riley nudged her in the side while Ron spoke. “Hey lass…let’s have a sip of that. I haven’t gotten my coffee yet.”

            Absently, Chloe handed it to him, and while the Scot was mooching off her precious caffeine, Haley nudged her other side.

            “What?” the brunette whispered, not taking her eyes off the director. She really didn’t want to miss anything.

            “Chloe, I have to tell you something.” The girl replied, her eyes darting nervously back and forth from the stage then to Chloe.

            Sighing, she tilted her head and finally looked to Haley. “It can’t wait ‘til after this?”

            The look on Haley’s face made the other one seem like a grin. “No because it’ll be too late by then, you’ll have already seen him.”

            “Seen who?” she queried, lifting an eyebrow.

            At that moment, Riley leaned over Chloe’s lap and clamped a hand over Haley’s mouth. “Hay, I told ya not to say anything.” He hissed, glancing to the brunette who was still perplexed.

            “What are you guys going on about?” she demanded to know, eyeballing the latte precariously balanced in Riley’s other hand so close to her shirt.

            Haley slapped Riley’s hand away. “I wasn’t going to tell you, but I have to, it’s just not right. There’s another guy with the director, and, oh please don’t get wacky and upset on us…”

            Chloe let out a short laugh, “What the hell are you talking about? What guy?”

            Before either of her friends could reply, Ron introduced his accomplice as Oliver, and an all too familiar voice with a British lilt began speaking. Suddenly feeling dizzied, Chloe looked up, not seeing the winces her friends had on their faces as they sat back in their seats. Riley continued to sip at Chloe’s coffee- she wouldn’t need it anymore.

            Her almond eyes gazed at Oliver Englewood as he spoke, watching his gaze scan over the crowd as he did.  She could almost predict what he was thinking as he made direct eye contact with her and began stammering through his little speech. Riley took one of her hands, gave it a little squeeze and whispered to her.

            “Give him hell, lass.”

            Oh would she! Chloe clenched her jaws and stood up, walking out of the building, not caring that she was missing the presentation. Who cared now? Even though she was sure that Oliver had no idea she’d be there, Chloe did not want to see him. She crossed her arms and kept her head down, trying not to be incredibly angry with him, though she found it difficult not to be. 

            Then what she feared happened. His voice rang out clearly across the grounds from behind. She didn’t even falter in her steps, she just kept on walking.  Oliver was persistent, however, and kept after her, kept calling her.  His steps got closer and Chloe didn’t much feel like running, so the moment his hand touched her shoulder, she whipped around and slapped him hotly across the face.

            There was no word in the world to describe just how astonished Oliver looked when she struck him, but Chloe couldn’t find the least bit of guilt in having done so.  She’d been hurt by him, more than once, and what was worse was seeing him not only brought that back, but it brought back how she had felt about him.

            “Chloe…” he began.

            She put up a hand, “Don’t even, Oliver…alright? Where the hell have you been? Where…where were you? You were supposed to meet me.”

            Chloe didn’t see the bewilderment of his expression. “I was on my way, Chloe, I was there.”

            Arching an eyebrow, she scoffed. “What, and when you got there I wasn’t there? I waited for you, and you didn’t show up!”

            “I did show up, Chloe, would you bloody shut your mouth for a moment and let me talk? I know what happened! I saw it- the guy shot you and stole your purse. He shot you twice- in the stomach and in the chest. I’m the one who called the ambulance for you!”

            Chloe’s expression darkened. How dare he make something up like that? She wasn’t stupid. What happened to her was all over the news; he more than likely saw it and heard the story. “Yeah, sure you did Oliver…if you knew why didn’t you visit? My mom told me you never even bothered to contact the hospital.”

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            The Brit stared in disbelief. That damned woman would say something like that, and suddenly he figured out just who he ought to blame for him not being able to get a hold of Chloe.

He had visited, but of course Chloe wouldn’t have known…leave it to that blasted Tracy Ferguson to tell a complete lie. Oliver figured the girl thought he’d seen the news- which he had but he hadn’t commented and noticed that they never said who found her lying there in the park. Frantically he wracked his mind for something, anything that might get her attention.

            “Tiger lilies.” He blurted out, not even a complete thought.

            Still fuming, she looked to him. “What?”

            There, he had it, she was curious. Angry, but curious. “Tiger lilies…you should’ve gotten one for every day you were in hospital. About…thirty-six of them. Am I right?”

            Furrowing her eyebrows, Chloe shrugged, and though she looked wary, she listened. “Yeah…I did…but, how do you know that my mom gave them to me?”

            Now he was stunned. First her mum had lied about his not visiting, and then she had the audacity to take claim for the flowers? She’d gone too far, she did.

            “Bloody hell. Your mum didn’t send those, I did! Didn’t you see the card in them? I…I’d remembered you said they were your favorites. I came to visit for about a week before I got called out for another job, but I had them sent to you.”

            Now he was pleading with her. No wonder she’d been so pissed off at him.  He was being blamed for something he had no control over…again! Chloe shook her head, arms still crossed, looking like she’d get even more upset really soon.

            “There wasn’t a card…my mom told me she sent them to me…and that you never called or visited.  And then when I woke up, we moved here, the day after.”

            It seemed that the girl was struggling to make sense of it, her eyes moved from his and focused on the ground. Oliver looked up, seeing they had an audience watching from afar. Grumbling, he took her by the elbow and pulled her behind the large tree the red head had been near earlier.  That hid them from view, and he was glad Chloe hadn’t resisted. It had to be making sense to her, what he was saying.

            “Chloe, listen to me…your mum she hates me…but I swear to you I am telling the truth. I’ve never lied to you, I promise that. I was running a little late that day, got caught in traffic coz of an auto accident. I could see you, and I saw him with the gun. I…you were too far from me, there was nothing I could do to stop it and by the time I’d gotten there you were…”

            He sighed heavily, tilting his head back and stared at the golden laden branches for a moment before looking to her. “I swear I’m telling the truth…I tried to get a hold of you but your mobile wasn’t working anymore, your home phone was disconnected, Pete had no idea where you’d gone…please believe me.”

            “Why should I?” she whispered, glancing to him.

            Oliver didn’t know why, but it seemed like the right time. It was now or never. “Coz I love you, Chloe. I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I’d never try to.”

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            “Why should I?” Chloe whispered, taking her eyes from the ground to look to him. She couldn’t believe what he was doing…but then was it really so hard to find truth in his words? After all, her mom had lied about her drinking, maybe she did lie about everything else.  And it was true that Oliver had never lied to her before, even when she thought he had, but that turned out to be a huge misunderstanding. Which, she duly noted, was the start of this entire mess?

            She waited, looking to Oliver as he gazed at her with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as usual, and he gave his reason.

            “Coz I love you, Chloe. I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I’d never try to.”

            Now it was her turn to be stunned. Did he just say that? He had, she decided, and he meant it too. After working so closely with him for that long a time, Chloe knew when Oliver was acting and when he wasn’t. What made it worse was that she had felt the same way about him. She’d loved him and then he broke her heart- or so she thought.  Perhaps it hadn’t changed, because something tugged at her heart when he’d said it.

            “No…” she shook her head, “you can’t say that…that’s not fair.”

            Oliver arched an eyebrow. “Why not? It’s the truth, Chloe, and when I saw you here yesterday-“

            “Yesterday? You knew I was here? Why didn’t you say anything then?” She asked somewhat shrilly. All this embarrassment of storming out from the hall could have been saved.

            “You were doing the play! I tried to find you afterward but Ron and I got mobbed by a bunch of nutters, and then you’d gone off with your boyfriend.”

            Boyfriend? What boyfriend? What was he talking about? “I don’t have a…” Riley! She thought. Oliver must have seen her walking away with Riley last night. “Riley’s not my boyfriend, trust me on that…”

            The Brit sighed and laughed shortly. “Well, good to know…in any case…I thought I’d try to find you. I had to tell you how I felt, how I still feel about you, just so it was said. So if you want to slap me again, be my guest and then I’ll be on me way.”

            Chloe blinked, utterly lost on what she should do. Suddenly she believed him, because her mother had lied to her and it had to be true that she lied about everything else as well.  She didn’t know what to say to him, she couldn’t look at him, so she cried. The tears stung her eyes and try as she might to fight them, they couldn’t be dammed up.

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            Oliver gazed at her steadily, watching as she took her eyes from him as they welled up with tears. These were real and she’d never cried in front of him before. Luckily he’d gone out with enough girls to know what to do. Taking a step forward, he tentatively placed his arms around her, finding he was relishing the feel of her there again.

            “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner…I tried, I really did, love…” he whispered to her, his cheek grazing hers.

            Chloe didn’t move to return the embrace, but he didn’t mind because she hadn’t pulled away either. “It still isn’t fair…”

            “What isn’t?”

            “I loved you and everything was turned upside down the moment that I realized it.” She replied, muffled in his shirt.

            Oliver closed his eyes a moment before tilting her head up, brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “No…that wasn’t very fair, was it? Your feelings have changed then…”

            She parted her lips then paused as if pondering on what to say. Finally she shook her head slightly. “No…they haven’t.”

            The Brit didn’t bother with words this time. Rather, he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips, which he was glad to have her actually comply with.  The first time things hadn’t gone so well. When he pulled away he sighed.

            “It isn’t fair, you’re right.”

            She tilted her head. “What isn’t?”

            Oliver smirked a bit. “I’ve got to finish this tour thing with Ron…it took me a year and some to find you and now I’ve bloody got to leave again, against my will.”

            “You’re right…it isn’t fair…but its your job Oliver. I uh…when you’re finished with the tour thing…give me a call, hm?”

            He nodded, “Yeah…will do.”

            Chloe stepped away from him slowly, before she turned and walked away from him. Oliver watched until he couldn’t see her anymore, and as soon as she was gone from sight, he took out his mobile and dialed.

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            The afternoon was something of a daze for Chloe. She told Riley and Haley what happened, and told them they were forgiven for not telling her right off the bat that they knew Oliver was there.  They wanted to know everything that was said between them, and if they would get back together, and while Chloe wanted that perhaps as much as those two did, she merely told them they’d have to wait and see.

            Evening had finally come, and Chloe was ready to just slip into her dorm room and go to bed. It was quite a trek getting there because every few feet she took there was someone wanting to know what went on between her and Oliver.

            “Wait for the movie,” she muttered, fed up with the nosy teeny-boppers about ten times over.

            The hallway was pretty much empty and dark; most of the students who hadn’t stopped her outside were out for the weekend, whether it be partying or visiting home. Chloe was glad for that matter- less people knocking at her door, which she was sure would have happened. When she stepped in, however, she was taken by surprise. On her desk there was a large bouquet of bright orange-red tiger lilies with a small white envelope propped up against it.

            Amazed, Chloe moved towards it, picking up the envelope. She didn’t open it…because then she had suddenly remembered something. Voices…when she had been in her coma, she’d always heard voices. The smell of the tiger lilies triggered a memory that she had long since forgotten. Every day the flowers’ scent grew, someone held her hand and whispered to her. But one day the whispering stopped, even though the scent grew. Chloe’s eyes shut as she put the envelope to her heart- she had found her whisperer.

**Note from the Author**

YES! I am done with the story! I really want to thank you guys who have read it and left awesome reviews. I hope the ending wasn’t too abrupt for you, hope it was to your liking, and remember, I’m editing it, so keep watch coz new chapters in the middle of the story will be inserted sometime in the near future.