5 stages

Prologue

Life can be cruel and unfair, forcing individuals into grief when they least expect it when everything appears to be going smoothly. One moment you could find yourself resting in a meadow with your future bride. The next, you see her dead on the floor the day after. But now here I am, on what was meant to be our wedding day, at my fiance's funeral. Even though it was supposed the best day of our lives, people are mourning her passing. The looks I'm getting from people here are mixed. Some are angry at me for god knows what. Others seem to be trying to understand the pain of this day. When I first met Adelle, she truly was perfect. She was perfect until she died. She spoke about soulmates, on how we were made for each other. She loved novels, poems, anything, and everything. The wasn't a single flaw I saw. When I said "Yes! Of course, I'll marry you, Adelle!" I expected us to live a long, happy life. I didn't think she would be in a pool of her blood. I had just picked up my dress for our big day. I had my vows ready, and Adelle talked about how she could not wait for our wedding. It seems like just yesterday I was holding her close. Hearing her beating heart. Listening to her point out how the weather was cold during summertime. Oh, how I wish I could turn back time..or replace her with me.

(Third person POV)

Valerie stood up and gave a small speech about Adelle. She watched as they carried her coffin into the ground. Valerie sighed then turned the other way to get back to the house they both shared. Once she stepped into the house and closed the door behind her, she collapsed onto the floor. Tears streamed from her eyes, cursing at the gods for why they took her away. Why not her instead? "'Why did it have to be Adelle?', she was loved so dearly. 'Why would someone who was loved that much be taken away?'". For the next few days, Valerie thought about all the things she and Adelle did. Their first date, when they finally said the words, "I love you." back to one other. Valerie reached for a journal she had. Written in there was every moment with Adelle she could fit. With notes, pictures, and pressed-up flowers.

(First-person POV, Valerie)

I don't want to believe she's gone. She can't be. I know I saw her coffin, I know I saw her dead. I just...don't want to think that she's gone forever. That..she will never be next to me. Next to anyone. The jokes she made, even if basic most of the time, I will never hear them again.

(Third person POV)

The rain was the only thing that Valerie heard. It was simply her and the rain. She wondered if she'll ever be out of the state she is in.