𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

Do you remember where it all went Wrong?

Eleanor's POV:

I think the most satisfying feeling is when you wake up and don't have any problems weighing your chest down.

Old me would say otherwise as I used to have every single problem going, the only minor problem I have at the moment is money but I've phoned up my manager and told him I'm going to start doing double shifts just to get a few more notes in my pocket.

Trauma was another thing I did tend to struggle with, threw out all those pills I was prescribed with as simply none of them worked. I decided that if I wanted to breathe in blue skies and exhale the grey ones I had to start from the beginning.

And the beginning was having another funeral for my family, but this time, they could actually Rest in peace.

Smoothening out my tight black dress that fell to my knees, I gave myself one more assuring nod in the mirror before turning on my heal and heading out the bedroom door. My palms were warm against the folded paper of the speech I was to give back when the first funeral was but I was simply too hurt to choke out a word.

I was a different woman back then to what I am now, this speech was refreshing, it blossomed how I felt in all words I could've thought of. I wanted to send my family off in a pleasant way.

The only guests here today were my friends of course, their parents and siblings, and my distant cousins and Aunt, a few members of the press had gotten in touch with me asking if they'd be able to come along to which I kindly responded with a No as I wanted it family and friends only.

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Detective Wright had promised me that himself and few officers would be dotted around the area just to keep an eye out for anyone who wasn't invited is not allowed into the church. My heals clicking echoed throughout the church as I slowly made my way up the aisle, people still filing in and taking their seats around me.

My eyes landed on the four large photo frames of my family set up at the very front of the church, instead of crying or feeling my heart shatter in my chest, I smiled, they looked beautiful, each of them. Although my vision glassed it wasn't sad tears forming it was tears of joy that I could finally allow them to rest peacefully as they deserved.

"Miss D'Aboville I'll be giving the normal speech for about ten minutes at the beginning.." The funeral celebrant gently touched my shoulder as he spoke to gather my attention, "..Then we will have a minute silent, and then it will be time for you to deliver your speech." I nodded after he spoke, his French accent strong but English flowed from him quit well, "What time does it start?" I asked softly.

"Twenty minutes, so I'm going to go round and let people know where the toilets are to go now.." He smiled before brushing past and moving over to Wayne and his family sat down nearby.

I clutched the folded paper tight and headed round the side of the seats, exiting the church and strolling over to the café across the road where we were told to use the toilets there.

"You can do this, it's gonna be okay El..." I breathed as my hands pressed up against the sink counter and I gave myself the reassuring talk in the mirror. One last deep breath, I let my eyes briefly shut for a moment to take in the momentum I was going to receive throughout the day.

"They'd be so proud of you.." A familiar voice mumbled from behind me, my eyes peeled open and I furrowed my brows, spinning on my heal my mouth dropped agape slowly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I muttered in disbelief, my eyes running up and down the figure that made me feel all that love in one night only to have left me with regret when I bumped into his ex-lover days after.