A/N: Oh my God! The internet was complete and total trash over for a really long time. Sorry about not updating for like forever. Hope you enjoy!

Screams. Blood is on your hands. You're head was bleeding but you didn't care. Next to you, your mom was sitting right there. Head down. Next to you. Glass was on her back and on your clothes. You can't do anything but stare when a sudden light peers from the bushes. It gets brighter and brighter and brighter until you can see. You can see a 18 wheeler come storming out of the bushes and comes ready to smash you!

"MOM!" You yell sitting up si fast that you start to feel woozy. A sudden urge from your stomach pops up your throat and to your mouth. You grip the trashcan nearby and throw up in it.

"Y/n! Are you okay in here?" You set down the trash can on your bed sheets. You look up to see your boyfriend, Suga. You usually would nod and laugh and shout I'm good! but honestly, if you said that now, you were almost positive you would throw up again. Tears filled your eyes. You looked at him. You bit your lip.

"No..." You said as tears fell down your face. He removed the trashcan and sat down at next to you. He pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back. You weren't sure if that's what you needed, but it made you feel better. Yesterday. It was supposed to be a happy day. It really was. Your birthday. Your mother's birthday. Mother's day. But no. Yesterday was a horrible day. No. Yesterday was a complete and total nightmare. What's even worse; you remember it perfectly. Every single moment. Now, your without a mother. Can you ever step in a car again? Can you? Knowing that you never know when another accident will happen again? Knowing that you could lose someone you love again? Can you really do it? You look at your hands. Your hands were pink. You gasped. The picture of your mother's blood appeared in your mind. You quickly threw off the covers and stumbled to the bathroom. You fell to the ground. You pushed yourself up on the counter. You started the faucet and water feel on your hands. You scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. "It won't come off.." Tears filled your eyes again.

"Y/n? Come on." Suga turned off the faucet and grabbed your hand. "You need to sit down." You wouldn't move though. Your legs wouldn't listen. He sighed. He picked you up, bridal style, and set you down on your bed. "Y/n, what is it that your worried about?" He asked you, locking with your eyes. "I'm here for you no matter what."

"..." That made you feel better. He gently gripped your hand. You thought about it. Your mom. Your mom smile. The way she always did when she meant something. It hit you. "I'm never going to see her smile again." You said. You grabbed a pillow and rested your face in it. You were all out of tears, so you didn't cry. Suga sat for a minute, clearly thinking of something. Then he smiled softly.

"I know a way you can." You looked up at him in shock. Then you frowned.

"Is it one of those she's always with you things because I don't buy into that." You said. Suga laughed a bit.

"A little bit of you is back, but no." He stood up. He walked to the door. "I'll be right back." He said. After a few minutes, he came back with a big stack of books. He set them on the floor, except for one. He flipped through it and then stopped at a page in the middle. He smiled as he handed me the book. You looked at it and your eyes lightened. You heart lifted. There. There was a woman. She was standing tall. She was smiling. She had a little girl in her hand. It looked like she had been playing with the little girl. They looked similar. The woman looked so happy. Underneath, the date of the picture was there

May 8th 2001
Our Birthday!

Our Birthday. Mom. Mom's beautiful smile was right there. You could see it. You looked at Suga.

"Now you know, you can see her whenever you want." He said with a smile. You hugged him. It wasn't all lost, you realize.
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You can see him whenever you want. And he'll always be there for you.