Day 3 I was released early from the hospital. They let me go early knowing that my lifespan is running shorter everyday (but there excuse was that I seemed 100%), but I was put under their supervision. Constant supervision. Now I'm no old lady, just cause I collapse once that doesn't mean im prone to more. Im not weak, just stressed. The entire ride home, I thought about Caroline. Her silky smooth voice rang in my head, precious memories we shared flashed before my eyes. It was like she was sitting right next to me, like we were reminiscing our past. I could almost visualize what she would look like. Then just like that, she disappeared from my memory. I relieved a sigh of exhaustion as I pulled my car into the parking lot. I stepped out, then walked to my front door. There was a note in between the door with a bright red lipstick kiss on the opening. It was probably just another prank from those damn neighborhood kids; this time if the year is pretty boring. So I decided that I'd play along and entertain them. I opened the letter and read its content: 'Dear Mr.Carson, I love you. Sincerely, Your secret admirer.' I chuckled, and walked inside. I know this is a joke. Who can love a boring man marked by death. Maybe it was Death again, maybe it was her deathly kiss on that envelope. Whoever it was, I wasn't buying it.