It's been a week since Chris died and we now stand here in the pouring rain looking over the beacon to spread his ashes over the ocean. His parents didn't bat an eye when they were contacted about his death so Paul did what he said he would do.

In Chris's will he requested to be cremated, he didn't want a funeral. He had mentioned to Paul that he would like to go with the ocean so Paul arranged it all.

Paul got with the lawyer and the will was read. Since Paul was with him at the time everything was left to him. The house, the car, his belongings and all of his money and apparently there was lots of it.

Paul doesn't want the house or the car so he listed both for sale. He also hired someone to come in to handle the belongings. Paul allowed Travis to go and take what he wanted before hand. He even offered him the house and car but Travis said no.

So here we all are. Paul, Travis, Lizzie, Ryder, Jamie, Serena, Zane and my self scooping handfuls of Chris and tossing him to the ocean. We all said something about him and decided to leave the negativity out and only allowed celebration of his life and the good that was in him.

Following the spreading of the ashes Travis pulls Paul aside. I tried to eavesdrop and only caught some but I think most of what Travis wanted to say.

Look I was thinking. I do need a place to stay but can't afford the house on my own. Would you consider moving in and being a roommate. You can rent out your apartment over the bar and gain from that.

I don't know Travis. Do you work?

Yes I do. I work for the airport.

Ok. But you can take Chris's room.

Fine by me. Do you want me to contact the realtor and let her know we aren't selling?

If you don't mind. I'm exhausted from everything.

Sure no problem.

After the conversation I walk over and hug Paul. "How are you doing?"

"I'm ok. Tired though. I'm going to be moving in with Travis."

"Oh yeah? How did that happen?" I ask.

"He needs somewhere to live and asked if I would be his roommate. He made a good point that I can rent out my apartment for extra income."

"That's a good idea. Who knows may you and Travis have been brought together for a reason." I winking at him and nudge him with my shoulder.

"Oh Lucy." He says laughing.

Zane walks over and puts his arm around me. "What's so funny?"

"Just Lucy trying to play match maker already." Paul says.

"With who?" Zane asks.

"I'm moving into Chris's house with Travis. He needs a place to stay and can't afford it on his own."

"Oh ok. Well that makes sense. Let me know when you want to move I'll help you." Zane offers.

"Thanks. I appreciate that. Now let's all go to eat, I'm starving."

We decided to go to that restaurant at the waterfront where we first met Chris since it was a nice little place. Also the first day that I had met Zane. I know that's cheesy.

"So Lizzie, you and Ryder seem to be hitting it off?" I say.

"I like him. He's sweet." She says. Zane gives her a wary look. "Zane doesn't seemed thrilled though?"

"Because like Zane, he has a past and Zane's hoping he can change like he has." I explain.

"Makes sense but you can't know unless you give that person a chance. Just like you have Zane a chance." Lizzie says.

"You are right. And if you are happy, so am I." I give her a genuine smile.

I suddenly start to feel sick, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. The lovely side effects of the chemo pills. No matter what time of day, no matter where I am nausea strikes.

Zane follows me and as I am about to shut the door he stops it from closing with his hand. "Are you ok." He asks closing the door behind him.

"I'm fine. I'm just nauseous from the chemo pills."

Zane reaches over and grabs a paper towel and wets it. He kneels before me and starts dabbing at my face with it. I can't hold it back any longer and end up emptying my entire stomach content into the toilet and Zane holds my hair back from my face.

"I'm so sorry baby, I wish you didn't have to go through this." Zane says rubbing my back.

"Thanks for being here for me." I try to smile but I feel like absolute hell when this happens.

Zane rubs his fingers across my cheek trying to smooth me and lean against him. There's a knock on the door and Zane lets the person know the bathroom is occupied.

"It's Jamie." A small voice says.

Zane stands up and goes to the door. He unlocks it and pulls it open enough for Jamie to squeeze through.

"Oh my gosh Lucy! Are you ok?" She asks.

"I'm fine. Just a side affect of the medicine I take."

"How much longer do you have to take it?" Jamie asks.

"Just 4 more long weeks." I sigh and stand up.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Zane asks.

"No I'm fine." I head to the sink and splash some water on my face and put on a smile.

Jamie opens the door and waves for Zane and I to go ahead and go and she follows behind us. We all sit back at table and everyone looks at me with such pity on their faces. I don't know why but that angers me and I throw my napkin down.

"Yes I had cancer! Yes I have to take chemo pills and yes they make me sick! But I'm not going to sit here while you all have the I feel so bad for her and I pity her faces! Fuck!" And I storm out of the restaurant. Thankfully the rain has stopped and I can get away from everyone before they catch up to me.

Once I got about 2 blocks away I made sure no one was following me and a bus pulled up at the bus stop. I get on the bus and I honestly don't know where it's going but I don't care.

My phone begins to ring and I let it go to voicemail, a few seconds later rings again and again. I don't even take it out of my pocket to see who it is. For about five minutes straight my phone rings and eventually I reach in my pocket to turn the switch to vibrate.

I hate feeling like this but I also hate the pity everyone has for me. I don't need that. Zane means well but he didn't need to follow me to the bathroom nor did Jamie and that just set everyone's attention on me and I don't like the attention. I just want to go back to me, forget about the cancer, forget about the chemo pills. I want to just be me.

I must have fallen asleep on the bus, because a stranger had woken me up telling me the bus driver would like a word. I stand up walking carefully down the isle to the driver.

"You've been on the bus for three hours. Everything ok?"

"Yeah I just needed to get away from my family for a bit."

"You do realize we've traveled all the way into Oregon?" He asks.

"Oregon? I thought you only go around Washington?"

"No honey. I won't be going into Washington until tomorrow afternoon."

"Shit! Guess I'll need to find somewhere to sleep tonight."

"Come home with me. My wife is making dinner, I have 3 kids and hope you don't mind children."

"I couldn't impose." I say.

"Nonsense. I'll call my wife right now. It's only for a night and I'll take you right back tomorrow."

"Ok. Thank you."

"My names Joe, and you are?"

"Lucy. I'm going to call my family, they are probably worried."

"I'd imagine so."

I take the seat opposite to the driver and pull out my phone. There are 32 missed calls 14 texts and 5 voicemails. I clear out the missed calls all from Zane, Lizzie, Paul and Jamie. I glance at the messages all along the lines of where are you, we're sorry, come back, this isn't like you, please answer us.

I press play on the first voicemail and it's Zane. Lucy we are sorry. Please call me back. I need to know you are ok. None of meant to make it look like we felt sorry for you. We just can't begin to imagine what you are going through. Please Lucy call me, I love you.

Woah! He loves me? I hold my phone in my hand just staring at it and Joe must of noticed something written on my face.

"Darlin you alright?" Joe asks.

"Um I think. I just listened to a voicemail from my boyfriend. He said he loves me. We haven't said that to each other."

"Well dear, I think you need to call him. I think you love him too." He smiles.

"How do you know?"

"That look on your face honey says it all. It's like you want to jump up yelling hallelujah and you are grinning from ear to ear."

"Alright I'm going to call him."

I smile at Joe and dial Zane's number. He picks up on the first ring.

"Lucy! Where are you?" He asks.

"Um well I'm on a bus."

"Ok? But where?"

"Funny story."

"I'm not finding this funny Lucy." Zane says with a serious tone.

"I'm in Oregon. I got on the bus and accidentally fell asleep."

"Lucy! What the fuck!"

"I'm sorry! I was so angry at you all. I don't want anyone's pity! You all treat me like I'm going to break or I'm going to drop dead at any minute!"

"No but I'm going to do my best to take care of you, especially while you're hacking your guts out!" Zane yells.

"I have fucking cancer that they took out I'm not dying!"

"Ok ok. I don't want to argue but I'm pretty pissed off that you left like that and now you are the next state over." Zane says calming himself down.

"Zane." I sigh. "I'll be back tomorrow. The bus driver offered me a place to sleep and he's driving back to Washington tomorrow. He will take me back with him."

"The fuck you are staying with him. He could be a serial killer!"

"Zane! Seriously? He has a wife and 3 kids. His wife is expecting us and has dinner waiting."

"As soon as you get to that house, you better text me that address. I'm leaving now."

"Alright fine. I will."

"Lucy promise me!"

"I promise Zane and I love you too."

"You do?!?!"

"I do."

"Alright I'll see you soon. I love you Lucy."

"Love you too Zane."

I end the call and glance out the window. I have mixed emotions right now. Part of me wants to hurry up and go home and part of me doesn't.

"Well?" Joe asks.

"What is your address Joe? Zane insists on coming to get me, plus it's not a bad idea because my medicines at home."

"You can come have dinner. He can stay the night too. It's an awful long drive to do in one night. My address is 1919 Wayans way, Salem. Call him and tell him to bring your medicine with him."

"Thanks Joe." I dial Zane's number again. "Did you leave yet?"

"No, what's wrong?" Zane asks.

"Bring my medicine and I'll text you the address."

"Alright see you in a bit."

I hang up the phone and thank Joe again.

"I don't blame him."

"What do you mean Joe?"

"He doesn't trust us. We are strangers. But I promise you I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't think that you will." I smile.

"So honey uh you have cancer?" Joe asks.

"Yes, I had a brain tumor removed over 2 weeks ago. I currently take a chemo pill that makes me awfully sick and I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me."

"Well when I say this I'm not pitying you, but I am sorry you have endure such an awful thing at such a young age. You look tough though. You got this!"

"Thanks!"

We continue the drive for about 15 more minutes and finally arrive at the bus station. Joe parks the bus and I follow him to his car and we head to his home.