"Are you sure that I don't make you nervous when I get closer to you?" he teased me. Each word he said he took a step closer to me. By now my heart was pounding so loudly that I thought he might be able to hear.
Being near him made my thoughts all...
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I don't how when I fell asleep but a hand on my shoulder woke me up and I groggily looked around to see that I was in a car and it was Noah's hand on my shoulder. And then like a freight truck, everything came rushing to me in a single moment. Winning the competition. Bryson. Betrayal. Death. I shrugged off Bryson's hand and got out of the car. His face fell but within a second he recovered. He closed my car door and then walked beside me. Together we walked to my apartment to change our outfits so we could head to the cemetery where Aunt Anna's funeral was being held.
Even though it's been a few hours since I got the news that Aunt Anna has passed away, it hasn't hit me completely yet. At least not until I was taking a shower and then all of a sudden the tears started to run down my cheeks melting with the water from the shower. I covered my face with my hands as I let out a sob. The water that was raining down on my body provided a sense of shield as I finally let my sobs loose. My chest caved in as I sobbed and then fell on my knees as I hugged myself.
I couldn't believe the person who was closest to a mother figure in my life passed away. I grew along with her, she was there for my every small or big moment, my breakups, and my accomplishments, and she was there for each one of them. now she was no more. No more of her hugs, her encouraging words, her presence, her smile, that warm, comforting smile that was enough to make those bad days a little brighter. I wouldn't be able to see her or listen to her voice. I wasn't even there for her last breath instead I was away for the competition. Why did I have to go to that fucking competition, I wish I didn't then at least I would be here with her while she was taking her last breath. This thought made me cry harder and I let out a scream filled with pain. Why did she have to go? I lost my parents, I lost my mother who I don't remember much of now and then a mother-like figure that filled that space also had to die. Why? Why do I have to lose everyone that I love? Why do I have to go through this pain? What did I ever do that could justify feeling so much pain?
A loud knock on the door made me realize that I needed to pull myself together so I could go to her funeral. I wiped my tears away shut off the shower and stepped out to dry my body. I looked in the mirror to see a red, drained and tired face. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see myself anymore.
"Bella?" Bryson's voice called out along with another knock. I wrapped a towel around my body as I unlocked the bathroom door. I saw Bryson on the threshold of the door and walked back as he noticed me. I looked at him and then saw him reach towards me as worry coloured his face but then fisted his hands as he saw me walking away from him.
"Give me a few minutes," I muttered as I waited for him to leave the room so I could get dressed. He took a good look at my face before walking away. I closed the door behind him and then leaned against it as I let out a sigh. All I wanted in that moment was to cry but I had to pull myself together to give my respects and see her for the last time.
