She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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After driving a few minutes from the airport, the black hummer finally stops at the graveyard. Liam is tense next to me, not daring to move one muscle whilst staring straight ahead. He hasn't realised that we arrived.
"Liam..." I softy say to get his attention. He mumbles a quiet reply and snaps out of his trance. When he realises where we are, a flicker of pain washes over his face.
"I'll be waiting here, princess. Let me know if something feels off, okay?" Rhys explains from the front of the vehicle, looking straight into my eyes. I grab his extended large hand into mine and squeeze.
I told Rhys about the funeral organised for Liam's girl who's name I learned to be Katie. He doesn't approve much of Liam, but at that moment he could only feel his pain.
He doesn't want to trespass by attending the funeral with Liam and I. Yet, he insisted on staying close to me. So we flew all the way back to Hemfield with Liam's private jet and here we are now.
Rhys gets out of the vehicle and goes to open my door to help me out. Getting out of a hummer was definitely a struggle I did not add to my list of impossible things to do. The vehicles height versus mine is truly ridiculously embarrassing.
Once out of the car, I turn to Liam's emotionless body, who is not ready to move yet. But he senses my support and after a few minutes he collects all his courage and takes my extended hand in his. I hear Rhys mumble something about touching what is his, and I quickly shoot him a death glare. He ignores it completely and gets back in the car.
"Ready?" I gently say, as I entwine my arm around Liam's. A small nod is all I get from him as we start to walk towards Katie's grave.
The funeral is not crowded. On the contrary, there is only Liam and I along with a few of his men who she'd trusted. No friends. No family. Her definition of the latter was betrayal and abandonment. They were the ones to sell her body and soul off to Hell.
An unimaginable act.
Few words are exchanged, and all I am able to do is stand. Liam struggles to gets words out and multiple times did I need to grip his arm to stop him from tumbling backwards. That's how hard this girl still has an effect on him. Crumbling on the inside, the pain weakens his limps, shreds his strength into pieces. I haven't seen him like this in years.
And only for a second does my mind wander to when I nearly died. I wonder how he reacted when he realised what I had done to myself. Did his knees weaken like they do right now? Was he as devastated then how I found him this morning?
When I realise my thoughts, a wave of disgust hits me. I am quickly filled with guilt from thinking about such a thing while he is mourning.
I am such an awful person for being selfish.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stand by his side until the ceremony ends. And even then, I keep steady for another half hour as he says his final goodbyes. I make sure to distance myself, but stay close enough for him to see me. Just so he knows I am here for him.
