Disastrous Fate-Sweenett.

Chapter 40

Eleanor Lovett died on a Sunday morning in her bedroom. She had cancer. She's had it since two years ago. No one's sure if she told anyone or what the reason was of her illness. It was all such a big mystery for everyone. A week after her death, everyone gathered up for her funeral. Everyone she knew, everyone she did not know whoever was related to her.

I didn't show up on the vigil for her passing. I knew even just a sight of her lifeless body lying on her coffin, I knew it would disgust me and make me throw furnitures around the place and go wild around the room screaming like one of those crazies who just escaped from an asylum or worse. I didn't want any of that to happen. I had to respect her cause I knew Nellie, herself, wouldn't want any of that. I wasn't sure if anyone else knew about me and Ella. It'd be too awkward if I would just appear at her funeral and people would be asking questions like if I knew her or who I was in her life. I didn't wanna be stressed on the funeral of the woman I deeply and truly loved. I was already stressed from all the shock and heartbreak and everything. I skipped work ever since the last time Ella spoke to me and that was the day she told me of her coming death and that was literally almost a month ago. I also certainly didn't wanna be seen by the richest man in all of London on the funeral of his wife. But I did have the right, you know, if Eleanor was alive, she'd open her arms to me and welcome me at her own funeral.

The cemetery was a wide open place with healthy green grass. Dead people were everywhere, I meant graves were everywhere. I knew where they were gonna bury her here since there was only one cemetery for both the rich and the poor. Only they had a boundary, a gate to separate both kinds. Of course, Ella was in the rich side since she married a Dupre'. All her folks showed up, I was standing far from them under a tree wearing a suit, standing straight with my right palm on top of the left placed below my stomach. Some of them were sobbing silently, others were red eyes and wet nose and everything. The great Dupre', Zach, was standing closest to her coffin. He looked miserable, sorrowful and sad. It was a cold windy afternoon so we were all wearing thick black clothes. I watched them as they carefully placed her coffin underground which was dug up then they placed back the earth on top until it covered everything. They placed a tombstone which already had her name and dates and everything. I knew it already even though I was far away. This wasn't the first funeral I went to.

They cleaned it up neatly then everyone placed flowers here and there, gifts and everything. Zach placed a healthy white rose. I just stood there watching and waiting. I'm surprised no one noticed me. They all left after a little while. There were around fifty people which surrounded her grave and those fifty, or should I say forty-nine left except for poor Zach. He stared at her grave for a while. It took around five minutes before he started to slowly walk away wiping the tears which reached his wet nose. Now, I was left alone with a tree and dead people. I slowly walked towards her tombstone standing in front of it. I feel very bad for not bringing anything in her funeral. I just stayed there staring at her perfectly made tombstone. It was neat and promise proper. I'm glad they respected. It was just me and Ella and all the other dead people at that moment. It was really silent and peaceful. She deserves to be buried in a beautiful place like this. Clean and the healthy green grass and everything. Now, she'll rest in peace and join the angels.

" Have I ever told you that I'm wrong at everything I ever decide or say? " a voice says behind me.

I turn my head seeing Zach standing beside me with his gaze on Ella's tombstone and his hands inside his pockets. I just look at him. I didn't know what to say. I was simply speechless.

" For instance, Ella here, my beautiful and amazing wife, I always thought she was the one. My one true love but I was wrong. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And for that, I say I wish I took it back. I loved Ella. She was an amazing, beautiful, perfect lady. Now, her body lies on this very ground we're standing on. Her lips were still red and wet and rosy cheeks and everything. Even when she's dead, she still looks like an angel. And now she is officially an angel living with the others above. "