Nick's POV
The next day some people started to arrive for Grace's funeral. They were my parents, Onika, Lexi, Skye and Harry. I was glad that people were finally going to be here to comfort me. Grace's parents had tried to buy I pushed them away, they reminded me of Grace too much.I had moved from my old accommodation to a hotel where all of the others were staying. I was sharing a room with Harry. I needed one of my best mates to talk to, no one else seemed to understand me. The day flew by quickly, with only moving into our new rooms and me giving a tour of what I knew of Hawaii to everyone. Before I knew it, I was asleep and waiting for the day of Grace's funeral to come.
Blurriness filled my eyes as they fluttered open the next morning. It soon faded away and I got up. I needed to get ready for the funeral. I ate some cereal for breakfast and realised that Harry wasn't in his bed. Curiously, I walked around the hotel room and soon found that the bathroom door was locked. I could hear the water droplets hitting the ground in the shower, automatically hinting that Harry was in there. As I was waiting for Harry to get out of the shower I made my bed and laid out my outfit for the funeral. I was wearing a simple suit with a black tie. I had gotten a small rose to put in my pocket that was on my chest though because I always used to give Grace roses as a present. As I was getting stuck in my daze about Grace, Harry came out of the shower,
"Good morning mate, is that what you're wearing? Your going to look great. How about you go have a shower and then once your ready we can go and see how everyone else is going?" Harry broke the silence that was in the room. I knew he was trying to make me feel good about what I was wearing,
"Sure mate, sounds good," I spoke as I started to head towards the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and turned the water on. It didn't seem to get hot enough to release the thoughts from my brain. Harry must've used all of the hot water.Once I was finished in the shower, I got dressed in my suit. I looked at myself in the mirror and I realised that this is what I could've looked like on my wedding day with Grace. I could've seen her walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown but that opportunity was taken away from me. I felt defeated,
"Come on mate, let's go," Harry must've been able to read my thoughts. Together we headed towards the door and walked to where the others were staying. This day was going to be heartbreaking.
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Fool's Gold
Teen FictionHeartbreak. Despair. Isolation. I'm sitting here surrounded by white. White walls, white roof, white furniture. A puddle of tears is forming on the floor beneath me. How did this happen? It feels as though a rock is inside my stomach and every secon...