Marcel’s pov
I looked at my dear Grace’s grave. The words “I LIVED” were her last words.
Thank you dear, thank you so much. I continued watering the dandelions.
When she told me this idea I hated it more than anything in the world.
But now I get to see her face every day, I get to see her smile.
I know it’s not her, I know it's Kate, but it still brings me great joy to know that little fact.
And as for Kate, she can never be you or replace you, but I love her.
She is a great daughter, caring and kind even though she has been through a lot.
She takes good care of me, and I take care of her.
I guess that is what you really wanted, isn’t it?
someone to take care of me and also someone to take care of Kate.
She doesn’t know It yet but sometimes she breaks character and acts li
