Did You Get Enough Love

16. She Took it to Her Grave

It is said, Shakespeare made all of his young lovers die poisoned, stabbed or downed, because he realized some people are only meant to sleep together six feet underground.

                 We were not one of them.

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You stand in front of the mirror, fixing any imperfections or wrinkles out of your clothing. Your hand brushing over the top of the blended fabrics that composed of your dark colored best dressed.  Today was her funeral.

    It hadn't stopped raining since the days you found out about her loss. Your mind was about as cloudy as the sky. Feeling as if you had cried too much or not enough over her. Your eyes had seemed darker due to the restless nights just days before. 'This isn't how it's supposed to be'. The little voice in your head kept repeating like a broken record.

The weight of Ally's head on your shoulder and her arms around your waist had brought you out from your mind. "You look beautiful." She whispered placing a kiss on your cheek. Her eyes wonder to yours through the mirror admiring you just as much as she was trying to comfort.

"The car is ready when you are." The brunette pecked a kiss on your cheek before disappearing downstairs. You didn't take long, following shortly behind her. Oz was in the living room playing with his toys and watching tv. The babysitter was on their way. "Where are you going?" He asked last night when you told him you'd both be out. "It's something for a friend." The blonde boy had nodded.

    Before walking out the door, he gave you both a hug. The downward smile that had been plastered on your face told him that you really needed it. You ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head "be good for the sitter okay?" Ally hugged him bye with a smile.  And that was it. Soon you were down the driveway.

Not much was said in car. The silence was covered up by the patters of rain making small taps on top of the vehicle. Ally's hand would find yours every once in while. When she found you staring off into the nothingness.

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    "The first hour is for family only. Then it's an open house for the public." Ally explained gently grabbing your hand. "I know." She acts like you've never had a loved one die. This isn't your first rodeo. When your great grandmother died back when you were a kid, the funeral was a two day process. Same for your great grandpa..and your uncle..and not to mention your second cousin. You were used to death. It didn't phase you much anymore.

    You always liked funerals more than weddings. You see the truth in someone's life, rather than the glitz and glamour and saturated smiles.

    "We're here." The car came to a holt in a parking lot of the funeral home. It was made of dark brick and had a canopy hanging over the door, painted black. Ally's thumb ran over your fingers that made a tight fist. "We don't have to go in yet. It's your call."

    Your eyes were glued to the door of the funeral home. Awaiting employees stood by the door ready to be at your service to open it. "I'm fine." You let go of ally's hand, exiting the car with umbrella in hand. Why does it always rain?

    The brunette is taken back by your shortness with her but she fully understands. Today you had to put on your best acting. Act like you care what her third cousins have to say or what memories an aunt that didn't even come to your wedding, remembers.