when i'm in a room with you,
that missing piece is found,
when you're by my side darling,
nothing can bring us down.
criminal minds fan fiction
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
friends to lovers
aaron hotchner x oc
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TW: smut (ALSO I REALLY DON'T HAVE TIME TO PROOFREAD I'M VERY SORRY BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING UP)
Ada's POV
1 week later.
I never thought I would have to live through today. Being the eldest of my siblings meant that I should be the first to die, that's how it should work. Never would I have thought I'd be going to my little sister's funeral. Never.
But here I am, standing in front of the bedroom mirror as I put the final touches on my outfit. All black, as per the rules. It was morning, maybe 8 am. I hadn't wanted to be waiting around for the funeral, I wanted it done. I hate how I feel like I'm back at the beginning today, I thought that grief was supposed to be linear, and by the time I got to the funeral, I would be okay again. But I guess I was wrong.
The internet said that funerals help though, it's the final part in accepting what happened, and it allows you to get closure. I hoped that was right, but the internet isn't the most trustworthy of sources.
As I stand and watch myself in the mirror, Aaron appears at the doorway. He walks over to stand behind me, his hands going to rest on my upper arms, "The car's outside." He says softly.
I nod, leaning back against him, "Is Jessica here?"
"She is." He replies. We decided it would be better for Coco to not go to the funeral, she wouldn't understand what was going on, and seeing all those people upset would just make her more confused. There was no way to know if that was the right decision, maybe one day I'll regret it. But it's settled, Jessica will look after both Coco and Jack today.
I close my eyes for a few moments, Aaron wrapping his arms around my front. Looking back on the last few weeks, it felt stupid that I hadn't wanted the physical touch from him, because now it's all I craved.
"The team is going to meet us there; it'll just be us and Elijah in the car," Aaron tells me quietly. When it came time for planning the funeral, I had an instant where I realised how alone we really were. There were distant family members who were coming down, but I hadn't seen them in many years, and then there were a few of Emmy's friends from school who I knew. Apart from that, we had no one. So, when Aaron told me that the team wanted to be there for me, I almost burst into tears, I'm not sure if they realised how much it meant.
I let out a sharp breath, turning around in his arms to face him, "Okay. I'm ready."
His hands move to my face, cradling my cheeks and brushing his thumbs slowly over my skin, "I'm so proud of you."
I couldn't control the way that made my lips turn up, I didn't expect to smile today, but Aaron just had a way of bringing brightness into even the darkest of times. "Thank you," I whisper in response. I don't know what I would have done without him, if I'm completely honest, I'm not sure if I would have lived through it. I'm eternally grateful, and I don't know if I will ever be able to pay him back for what he's done for me.
