Cup Of Tea {Completed}

Cup Of Tea

To Watson, who is the most loyal , and most amazing person I have ever had the privilege of meeting.

But most of all...to everyone out there that has, or may, attempt suicide. You are not alone. So please don't leave us alone. Because I love you, and there are people all over the world that are just waiting for the chance to meet you, and love you. Do not deny them the privilege, and pleasure of loving you.

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Cup of Tea

"Nevaeh never understood funerals." A corpse is a corpse. Boring." She would say. She would laugh if she saw us sitting in the pew, black fabric adorning our bodies. And she'd be right to laugh. Nevaeh wasn't loved by many. But those that did love her loved her more than life itself.

She was cold, bitter, blunt, and anti-social. But I can't say that. You can't say anything bad about dead people. You have to skip over all the bad parts, and say the good parts. Well this would be a very short speech if I only said the good parts.

But even though Nevaeh seemed so heartless, and cold. She really had the biggest heart I had ever had the pleasure of melting.

All her life Nevaeh had grown up hearing the words "freak" and "psychopath" so she created the perfect barrier. She cut off emotions from her life, and learned to be cut off from society as well.

Alone.

That was Nevaeh's comfort. In her loneliness she found friends. Friends in the form of drugs, and memories of a grey and white cat.

Then she began working as a detective for the police. I watched as she solved cases within minutes, and knew things about people, those people didn't even know within seconds.

I also witnessed when she had no cases to investigate, no puzzles to solve, that she slipped back into her loneliness, and with that loneliness came her friends again.

Nevaeh was the type who built bridges, and then blew them up just to see how far the shrapnel could go. She didn't realize that the minute i met her, every shard, and chunk of shrapnel came hurdling straight at me.

She thought she was alone. She never imagined that she would be anyone's friend. To be honest I thought that too in the beginning.

But behind the great, strong wall, was a broken kingdom, with only one person sitting in the middle of the mess.

When Nevaeh was standing on the edge of that building, not many thoughts ran through my head...but one of them was that I could understand this.

Nevaeh's entire life was being a freak, was having people look at her as an alien, and as much as she grew used to it, she didn't like being what she was. She wished she could have been born normal.

She jumped off of that building, not because she thought she was alone. But because she didn't want to be her anymore."

I took a deep breath, tears gathering in my eyes.

"Nevaeh Willow died knowing she wasn't alone." I said. A tear ran down my cheek. "And that's good enough for me."

"But like Nevaeh always said...human beings are selfish people, who want things they can't have...I want you to be alive Nevaeh...could you do that? Could you indulge my selfish humanness just this once? For me?"

I looked down, and shook my head. I turned and walked away from the mirror.

I walked to the kitchen, and retrieved two tea cups from the cupboard.

It wasn't until after I finished pouring the second cup...that I realized I was alone.

I took a sip from my cup, setting the other at the place where she always sat at the table, before putting on my coat, and scarf.

I locked the door to the flat, and walked up the creaking stairs to get to the ground floor.

I left 412e, and hailed a cab to get to my destination. I'd have to hurry if I didn't want to be late. Nevaeh would laugh. "There's no such thing as being late to a funeral. The corpse isn't going anywhere." For the first time since Nevaeh jumped...I smiled.

The speech was still on the bathroom counter top.

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