𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮...
In which a 28 year old American girl meets a 46 year old Irish celebrity, where they bond over loss and learn to love again.
First Installment of the Auden & Cillian series *UNDERGOING EDITS!*
TW: Age Gap...
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Auden entered the room. The lights were dimmed, and a few people huddled at the wooden box in the front of the room. She didn't recognize them. Co-workers maybe? She thought to herself.
She was exhausted. Her bones ached. Every part of her body craved her bed. She wanted to crawl into her mattress, pull the covers over her head, and disappear for the rest of her life. She didn't care about anyone else in the room at this moment.
A man appeared in front of her suddenly — he seemed to be Auden's dad's age, but his hair was long and white, flowing in thick curls.
"I am so sorry for your loss. Your dad was a great man," He said, embracing Auden suddenly.
She wanted to scream. To push the man away. But she stood frozen in her spot, her eyes locked on the casket a few feet away. I can't do this, she thought.
As the man pulled away, he gave Auden a concerned look but walked away. She didn't know who he was, but she didn't enough care to ask. Her eyes remained on the delicate box at the end of the room.
She swallowed, her stomach in knots. She had cried so much before today, but tears weren't coming now. Auden wondered why. She not only lost her dad, but the man she loved. James had broken up with her a few short days before, thrusting her into the unknown territory of grief alone.
Of course, she had prepare herself for this day. It was coming. Since her dad had gotten the diagnosis, she knew it was coming. But today seemed unreal. No planning could of made her prepared enough to look at her dad's dead body alone.
She put one foot forward. Auden was wearing black heels — her feet ached. Why did she wear heels? She hated them. But she needed to look nice for today.
Another foot forward. Her eyes fixated on the ugly carpet of the funeral home. It was patterned, green and orange. It was disgusting and desperately needed washing. Why didn't she choose a better place?
