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Delilah's POV
It was the day of the funeral, I showered and slipped on my black nylons then my black dress, with a black trench coat with gold buttons on top. I added wedges with a bow and curled my wildly colored hair, I did simple red lips, black smokey eye, winged eye liner, and blush.
I forced a smile in the mirror before I left. Slipping out of the house I walked the stairs to the curb where I hailed a taxi. "Where to" the man grunted "Cemetery" I said softly and looked at the window, it was drizzling slightly Grant always said when it rained and angel was crying.
I smiled a watery smile at the thought of him, I had collected my money with no intent on using it. Well maybe for the necessitated I suppose but nothing big. "Miss we are here" the man snapped me from my thoughts with a frown, I paid him and climbed from the cab. Very few people were here.
Not his grandson.
Grant told me his had a complicated relationship with his sons, and they never visited him. I walked to the gathering of people with my head hung low. A black coffin, with shiny silver accents, and five people surrounded it. His wife, sister, brother, older brother, and the preacher. Now me.
I gave his wife Amanda a small hug and took her hand as the preacher started off. "Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Grant Drake North, loving husband, father, friend, and grandfather" I let out a sob as well as Amanda.
"He touched the lives of people all over without knowing it, now he has passed and they know it now to. He wished he could tell his sons goodbye and that he loved them, he wished to see his grand kids" the continued as the rain splattered around us.
"He had many wishes for a fifty year old man, and so many dreams he wished to fulfill. As we are standing here, Grant is beside us watching, encouraging us. Wr are gathered here today to say goodbye to Grant" the preacher ended.
I stood stiffly as I watched them bury the coffin which held Grant, "Ace won't you stay?" Amanda asked me. "Of course" I smiled sadly at her, I took her hand as we walked to her car. The ride was silent, my thoughts clouded with memories of Grant.
"I'm sorry dear for taking you away from your family" she smiled as we sat in front of the fire, "what family?" I laughed bitterly and took a swing of coffee. The look on her face told me she didn't know. "I'm sorry Grant never told me" she said softly,resting a hand on my knee.
"It's fine" I sniffled and wiped my cheeks, "won't you tell me?" she murmured kindly "it's no happy ever after" I said and she just chuckled "oh honey that's why you make it one" it clicked.
"My family treated me like the gum on their shoes, I had to sneak out and use a fake name to earn money. I cooked, cleaned, I was a live in maid in their eyes. I wanted people to like me, I was desperate. So I stopped eating, it didn't end well. Needless to say I wound up in a hospital needing therapy. So I came here, and it all leads up to here" I summed up my life.
"Your strong dear" she hugged me, "no I'm not" I whispered "I'm a shell of a girl who wants love" I whispered again. "If you really expect great things in life you must work for them" she said strongly and I nodded.
"Stay, it's getting bad out there" she smiled and I nodded. "I'm turning in, your welcome to call your friends and stay up" she told me, again I nodded. I stared into the fire,letting the flames dance in my irises.
Amanda was right, if I wanted a happy ending I need to work for it.
And if I have to walk to hell and back to get it? Then I will walk with my head held high through hell and I'll be damned if I make it out. This is MY life, and I'm going to live it the way I want.
After all you only live once.
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Pic of Delilah's trench coat.
What'll you is going to happen?
