𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

11

Her body was pale, lips slightly parted as if she had something more to say. No, stupid of me to think that.

I stood at the front of the church, attempting to avert my gaze from her as to not become too emotional.

"Victoria was by far the most interesting girl I've ever met, and I'm not exaggerating. The way she could walk into the kitchen and hug me from behind in the morning, the way she would cuddle up beside me at random times and kiss me all over my face, everything about her was both beautiful and amazing. She was a caring soul, a loyal friend, a wonderful sister, and a loving girlfriend. And...um..."

By that point I was in tears, and was brought off the stage by Britt and Quinn. I sat through the rest of the service, snagging some humour from how Victoria would be on the floor laughing at what the priest was saying.

It was the wake that I didn't attend, and so I sat on the church steps with my head in my hands. I looked up, seeing Rachel walk over to me.

"Your speech was beautiful," She smiled. "Victoria would be happy."

"Please, don't go there." I warned the girl, resting my head in my arms.

Rachel exhaled slowly, facing me. "Are you not going to the wake?"

"No."

"How come?" She asked, concerned.

I rolled my eyes, looking up at her. "Why the fuck would I celebrate my girlfriend dying?"

"That's not the point, Santana." Rachel  told me, but I refused to listen.

I simply got up from the steps, walking off. "I'm going home."

~

Life went on badly from there, and it sucked. Everyday I was somehow reminded of Victoria, and it only got worse.

I visited her grave though, every month to be exact. Imagining she would be speaking to me back was the best way to cope at that point.

Today was one of those days.

"Hey, Vics. So, I have good news!" I began. "I've moved in with Rach and Kurt in New York, but that won't stop me visiting you, it may just be once every few months instead. I hope that's okay?"

It really felt like she was there with me, and I loved that feeling.

"Also, we have jobs at this super cool restaurant, you'd love it. People perform there, and there are a lot of lights. New York is your vibe, you'd love it there."

I sat there for hours on end talking to Victoria. It gave me comfort, and that was something I wasn't ashamed of. I placed a bouquet of roses at her grave, smiling down at her.

"I love you, Vics. Goodbye, darling." I waved to her, wondering back to the car.

Her voice had to of gotten to me, because as I walked off, I could've sworn I heard her speaking.

"I love you too. Goodbye beautiful."