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Hudson's P.O.V The weeks that went by were hard. I miss her with every passing day... Mark told me that I needed to give her time. She needed to process everything first before I spoke to her again, so I threw myself into getting back onto my feet. I worked out day and night and did all the exercise I was told to do without missing a day. Until finally, I started walking again. My will to walk pushed me further. I hated that I couldn't run after her, that I couldn't move to comfort her, but that would change soon. I was supposed to be away on a business trip, but the deal went through sooner than i thought it would, so I thought of stopping by at Chili's, a bar down south. Mark mentioned it a few days ago and wanted me to join him but, I refused, telling him I wouldn't be back in time f