"What are you doing back here?" Crystal asked as she saw the small blonde girl sitting at the back of the church, the service wasn't beginning for another twenty minutes or so but everyone was walking around. Crying, talking, sharing memories, Crystal instantly spotted Sydney sulking in background she walked over.

"Waiting…" Sydney said in her tiny voice.

"For what?" Crystal asked sitting beside her, she was holding back her tears. Looking at the young blonde girl, she looked so much like Chris is was almost like… No, she couldn't think about that.

"Anything," The little girl whispered, "it seems like nothings moving." She said wiping her eyes, swinging her skinny legs back and forth. Crystal took her small hand in her own.

"Why don't you go sit with your Mummy?" She asked softly.

"She screamed at me," Sydney sobbed, "I was asking too many questions. I don't want to talk to her." She mumbled angrily.

"I'm pretty sure you do," Crystal said using the small girls hand to wipe her own tears, "your Mum's just really confused right now. She lost her child, I know what that's like." Crystal whispered.

"Why did Chris leave us?" Sydney asked.

"I can't tell you that, Syd." Crystal whispered, "But I can tell you, that when he left – he closed his eyes, and for a moment it looked like he was sleeping…" Crystal trailed off.

"Did – did he snore?" Sydney asked biting her lip, "Daddy said he snores like a chainsaw." She said.

Crystal sighed, "Yes, he did." She lied. "He snored so loudly, but beautifully – it was like a song, and he sung me to sleep and when I woke up again… he was gone." Crystal said sobbing quietly.

"Please, don't cry." Sydney whispered.

"You were his angel," Crystal said quietly, "he loved you more than anyone in the world." She said kissing the little girls hand.

"Thank you." Sydney said closing her eyes.

"Go sit with your Mum, I'll be right there." Crystal whispered picking the girl up, kissing her forehead and setting her off to go.

"Crystal…" She heard someone call her, turning around she saw a familiar face, a face she'd only ever seen once. The worst day of her life. She hated him. She hated him so much it killed her to see him there. In a black suit, his tie messed up, his eyes red and swollen, his hair a mess. This man was the real reason her life fell apart. This man being Nicholas.

"Miley, you need to sit down." Taylor said, taking Miley's hand softly. Miley pushed her away slowly, her eyes never the front of the stage. In a matter of hours, Chris wouldn't be there anymore. He'd be buried, gone forever. In a matter of minutes, his body would be on that stage in a coffin. She gasped slowly, closing her eyes softly.

"Miley, please – you haven't been eating, or sleeping, or talking. Please, do this for yourself." Taylor said closing her own blue eyes. The stress was getting to her too, she knew Chris and loved him like a brother. "Please, Miles." She begged.

Miley sat down slowly, looking down at her feet.

"Miley, talk to me." Taylor whispered, her voice cracking.

"What's to say Taylor? That I watched a man dying, that I slept with his boyfriend while he was dying, that Chris was the best thing to happen to Nick and I ruined that?" Miley hissed.

"Miles, you didn't."

"I did! I did, okay? And it'll be with me for the rest of my life." Miley sobbed.

"Please forgive yourself, Chris already has." Taylor said sitting next to her.

"And he told you that did he?" Miley screamed sobbing, she didn't care that people were starting to stare. She just wanted to be heard for once.

"Not today, you said you were ready for this." Taylor whispered.

"Turns out I'm not." Miley said. "I wasn't ready for him to die, I wasn't ready to become a mother and I'm not ready to live without Chris." Miley sobbed. "Don't you see?"

"Come on, you need some air." Taylor said taking Miley's hand.

"I thought I needed to sit down." Miley said pulling away.

Taylor sighed standing up and walking away from her best friend. She glanced at Miley, she was crushed when the news came out that Chris had passed. She stopped eating, she stopped talking, she stopped living. She wasn't living for herself, she wasn't living for Nick or Chris. Honestly, the only reason Taylor thought she hadn't topped herself yet was because she was pregnant. She hadn't gained weight yet, in fact, she'd lost it. She'd lost tons of weight, and it was worrying everyone. Surely, that wasn't healthy.

Taylor turned and walked to Joe who was sitting next to a sobbing Vanessa. She sat beside Vanessa who looked up, "Did she say anything?" Vanessa asked in her hoarse voice, it was gone.

"Nothing's changed." Taylor whispered.

"She'll be alright." Joe said rubbing Vanessa's shoulder.

"But that's the thing Joe… I don't think she will be." Vanessa said her voice cracking.

Crystal sat outside, on the grass next to a grave of someone she didn't know. She leaned against her elbows, looking up at Nick who sat down in front of her. She glared at him, he'd ruined her life. He stole her boyfriend; he stole her dreams of a perfect life, with a perfect family and a perfect husband. She hated him, but she didn't blame him. If there was one thing she couldn't do, it was blame him for Chris's death. She played with the ends of her newly dyed blonde hair, she'd done everything Chris had asked of her.

"Crystal, we need to talk." Nick whispered.

"I figured." Crystal sighed.

"What happened?" Nick asked.

"You need to be more specific Nick, a lot happened between me, you and Chris." She sobbed.

"I'm sorry." Nick whispered. "For everything, I hope you know – nothing turned out how I hoped it would."

"That's the thing, Nick! There's no hope for me…" Crystal closed her eyes, "Not without him." She whispered.

"Crystal, please tell me what happened." Nick whispered kneeling beside her.

"I was pregnant, and he was with you. I wanted to kill myself, Nick. Every time I looked into his beautiful, beautiful green eyes – I saw you. I don't know if you know how much that hurt," Crystal whispered, "Then I dumped him, so he never knew. Not until it was too late. I told you, of course I did. I told you I was pregnant, it was a mistake but it happened. And you told him, so I lied again – I told him it wasn't his. He died thinking that I'd cheated on him and fell pregnant!" Crystal sobbed.

"Crystal…"

"No, let me finish." Crystal said shakily. "I didn't want to keep it, not when it was his… so I faked my own miscarriage. What sort of crazy person does that Nick? I told him I had a miscarriage, I told my family I'd had a miscarriage – gosh, the only person, the only people who knew the truth…" Crystal whispered, "They won't ever let me tell the truth."

"What?" Nick asked, "The baby is still alive?" He asked.

"It's not so much of a baby anymore, Nick." Crystal whispered. "I signed the adoption papers, I – I signed my baby, Chris's baby, our own living beautiful baby over to someone else." Crystal bit her lip.

"You gave it up?" Nick said looking at her in disgust, "how could you?"

"I didn't. I didn't… not completely." Crystal whispered.

Sydney sat down next to her mother, cuddling into the middle aged woman's warm body. She felt comfort, just by being near her mother. Feeling her warmth, that calmed her. It gave her the sense that everything was going to be alright, even though she knew it wasn't going to be. She still tried to believe it, for her own sake.

She looked up and saw a dark haired man she knew as Uncle Kevin. He wasn't her real uncle, she knew that. But he always called her and sent her birthday presents. Looking at him, he looked okay. His curls were still on his head, his brown eyes still in their place, he seemed okay.

"Uncle Kevin," She whispered.

"Hey Sydney," Kevin said picking up the girl and looking over at her mother who looked grateful that she'd gone.

"Are you okay?" Sydney asked, Kevin let out a fake chuckle.

"Of course I'm okay, I got to be okay, don't I?" Kevin said pinching her nose softly, "I got Joey and you to look after." He said softly.

"How's Uncle Nick?" Sydney asked.

"You worry too much, Syd," Kevin whispered, "You're only a kid."

"I have to keep everyone happy." Sydney whispered.

"No you don't, okay?" Kevin said sighing.

"I do though," Sydney whispered, "Mum hasn't smiled or said anything in days." She said.

"She'll be fine, let her grief."

"When do I get to grief?" Sydney whispered.

And that's when Kevin knew, she was hurting too.

"You didn't?" Nick asked.

"I gave my baby away…" Crystal sobbed, "I gave my little angel, my daughter, I gave her to family."

"Family? You know where she is? How could you keep this from Chris?" Nick hissed.

"He knew where she was too." Crystal said quickly.

"What? He didn't tell me…" Nick whispered.

"He didn't know." Crystal whispered.

"What? Who – tell me." Nick said.

"I gave our daughter to Damon and Marissa, they raised her as their own… Chris lived his life thinking that his daughter was his sister and I let him. And now, I'm going to fight to get my daughter back. Sydney, she's ours… she's mine."

Please review. Sorry for the wait. Next one will be sooner, what did you think?

Jasmine.