"What would mother think of me right now?" Caitlyn whispered as she sat on the edge of her bed, her mind buried between many thoughts of her mother.

A soft sigh left your lips as you scooted closer to her while thinking of what to say to that sentence, it wasn’t easy to handle grief especially not in this case.

"Well, her daughter is sitting in bed with her friend who‘s also terrible influence and highly inappropriate, what would she think?" You chuckle.

Earning a soft laugh from Caitlyn you were relieved to see she wasn’t really sad but just thinking about her mother, which was of course completely fine.

"In the end I think..she would want me to be happy, which I am right now." Caitlyn softly spoke as she looked at you while smiling as well.