She walked through the winding hallways that held beeping equipment, breathing patients, and doctors. Kelly had just come from room 301 that had once held a breathing patient, but it now held a deceased person.

Kelly walked through the hallways that now seemed to be bare to her. She only wanted to take a walk after watching her grandmother pass away from old age. Kelly had already lost her parents in a car accident when she was five, and had never met her grandfather.

Her and her grandmother would take walks every morning, and all Kelly wanted to do was a take a walk before sadness overcame her.

Leaving through the hospital door, the twenty-one year old got in her car and drove to the local track. Once she got out of her car, Kelly put in her earphones and ran laps as she thought of her grandmothers last words.

'I'll be waiting.' her grandmother had said. Kelly knew it meant that her grandmother would be waiting at heavens door when it was her time.

After listening to her entire Adele playlist, Kelly got back into her car and drove back to her bland house. She ran to her room, kicked off her shoes, and fell back onto her pillows. She wanted to cry, but no tears came as she thought of all of her memories spent with her grandmother. From the time she played volleyball, to the point where she would bake brownies with her everyday.

Kelly couldn't bring herself to cry, it had never felt natural since her parents had died in the accident. She had cried and cried, but promised herself, as her grandmother had wiped her tears, that she would never cry for anyone again. .But you have to cry at some point.' Her grandmother had told her pointedly.

"No, grandma. I will never cry over anyone again, even if I have to bottle it up." Kelly said to herself as she got back up.

She ran to her kitchen and took out all the ingredients she would need to make her famous peanut butter brownies. She mixed all of the ingredients and poured into the pan as she water for the oven to beep. A few minutes later, the oven beeped loudly, signaling Kelly that the oven had been heated to the correct temperature. She put in the dish and went to her room for the next ten minutes.

She looked through all of her pictures and photo albums of her grandmother and herself of the past sixteen years. Ten minutes later, the oven beeped louder than before to show that the brownies had been cooked. She pulled out the brownies and met them cool.

Once they were cooled off, Kelly cut them into squares and got out a plate. She put two of the brownies on her plate and but into one. As she remembered baking almost every day with her grandmother and the great memories they had shared, Kelly couldn't hold it in any longer.

Tears streamed down Kelly's face. She cried for her grandmother, her parents, and her memories. She cried for the memories she would never make again, and for the ones that wouldn't include her grandmother.

Kelly ran to her room and pulled out seven particular books, a sketch pad, and her pack of colored pencils. Kelly had always loved to draw and had worked on her skills every day, it had earned her praise when she was younger, so she had continued and wanted to become an artist.

Kelly drew her memories spent with her grandmother vividly. After an hour of drawing, she pulled out the first book of the seven she had gotten out earlier. She got into a comfortable position and started reading what her grandmother had written years before she had been born, it had earned her grandmother eight movies of the seven books she had written.

Kelly started to read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. She read the adventures of the spectacled boy who lived under the stairs.

Her grandmother had been the most famous author in the last century. Her grandmother was Joanne Rowling. J.K. Rowling had died on August 15 of 2049.