The funeral

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It's the day of the the funeral and I'm trying to make it through the day without completely breaking down.

Damon has been trying to remind me that it's going to be alright but inside, I know it's not.

Caroline also keeps checking up on me , it's like she is ready for me to break or turn my humanity switch off.

"Are you girls ready" Stefan asks as he walks in, in his black suit and tie.
Caroline walks up to him and pecks him in the cheek.
She then turns around and smiles slightly to try and cheer me up before we walk out to the ceremony.

When we get there, Bonnie walks up and hugs me tightly as we sat down on the pews.
(the word pews made me and hanna cringe when writing.)

We all went up and said our speeches.
Bonnie and Caroline had a shared speech and it was mainly about all of the fun times they had when they were younger.
Damon had a speech prepared himself and said how he was glad that he had the chance to love her when he did.
Stefan didn't want to write a speech as he knew she wouldn't want anyone crying over her.

Lastly it was my turn for a speech and I made my way up and started.
"The worst day of loving someone is the day that you looses them, that is something Elena had said the me the night before she had died."  
Before I could say any more I completely broke down in tears.

Stefan ran up and took me back to sit down as he trys to comfort me. Caroline grabbed my hand tight I looked up she had tears slowly falling down her face.

The funeral finished and we all headed to the mystic grill and for a tribute to all the memories we had of Elena.

As we walked in there was photos of her with people everywhere but one picture stood out to me, we were on the beach and she was giving me a piggy back ride.
A tear fell down my face.

I walked over to Jeremy and gave him a hug as his face was stained with old tears and new ones on his way.

I headed back to the house and into the empty bed where Elena and I used to sleep. I put on one of her t-shirts and a pair of shorts and climbed into bed. Memories of me and her came flooding aback as i fell asleep.

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