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Chapter Fifty: Goodbye Friend

Chapter Fifty: Goodbye

title by bryony grieves

This was so emotional to write you have no idea.

Ellie

 

Sunlight glazed the cobbled ground in front of me with gold, leading a path towards the dark ceremony that would put yet another friend to rest. Another friend that I had to say goodbye to. I was shaky and nervous, and I presume that it was evident, as I was getting a few sympathetic looks from friends and family members who were walking ahead of me.

 

Suddenly, a cold hand is placed upon my shoulder, shaking me from my nervous state.

 

"Elliot," says a voice, sounding as clear and as smooth as water. I turn my head, my eyes meeting those of Dan Howell's. "I.. I'm sorry about what happened."

 

I cleared my throat and dropped my eyes to the ground. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, Dan." Sighing, I finally met his eyes again. "If anyone has anything to apologize for, it's me. I shouldn't have called her. It's my fault."

 

His eyebrows suddenly become upturned as he fought back the tears forming in his eyes. "It's not your fault, Elliot." He swallowed back the lump in his throat and fumbled nervously with his hands. "It was all just a horrific accident. Don't blame yourself."

 

"How can I not?" I asked rhetorically. "If I hadn't have called her, Dan, none of this would've happened."

 

"Perhaps not," he answered. "But how would you have known?"

 

"I wouldn't have - I didn't." I answered.

 

"Exactly." He said simply, a weak smile creeping up on his lips. He suddenly pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping firmly and comfortably around my lower back before he pulled away. "I'll see you in there." He said, sniffing before Phil arrived at his side and they both made their way into the church.

 

Though many people had gone into the church silently, I was still surrounded by sad faces who couldn't will themselves to step foot inside the cold stone building. I thought that, after so much loss, I would be numb to the grief when another person passed. However, I was only pulled deeper into the sadness that consumed and smothered me.

I dropped my head and wiped underneath my eyes, removing the stray tears. When I lifted my head

 

"Mark." I choked out, my voice barely audible. At the sight of him, the emotions all just become too much, and the wall that I had built up crumbles as I burst into tears.

 

He walked over to me, and his arms scooped me into a loving embrace that I had so sorely missed. I buried my head into the crook of his neck, unable to stop myself from crying any longer.

 

"She's gone, Mark," I sobbed. "She's gone and I'm never gonna be able to see her again." I wailed, balling my hands into a fist against his chest.