Mikayla Gabriella Thermopolis is the eldest sister and daughter. She was comfortable with her boring, normal life. When her grandmother tells her, she is the next heir to rule Genova. But she pays the price when being royalty. Her best friend, Micha...
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I got up from my bed and got ready. Hiding my puffy, red face. I slowly get ready. Today is going to be painful. Today, I am going to say goodbye to Micheal. My best friend since childhood. My husband, my other half. This is a sick joke. A cruel one. I finish getting ready. I then get the children ready and then we head to the funeral home.
Once, I walk in and see the pictures of us as a family. I broke down. I fall to my knees.
"Why?! Huh?! Michael?! Why would you do this to us?!" I screamed.
I couldn't get up. I just couldn't. It was difficult. Grandma kneed beside me and reassured me.
"Kayla, honey. Everything is going to be fine. I was the same way when your grandfather passed away."
"How did you get through it?"
"Ice cream. A lot of ice cream." she laughed.
"I miss him. I begged him not to go but he wouldn't listen."
"I know, honey. I am sorry you have to go through this. I wish I could take your pain away."
"I know, grandma. It's not your fault. I just wish I had one more moment with him."
"I was the same way. I just needed one more moment to be with him."
She comforted me until it was time for the service to start.
The priest said the nicest things but it won't bring him back.
I listened and watched with swollen and red in my face. I just feel numb. So numb that I don't know if I would recover.
He has been my rock, my soulmate, my everything and it's gone. He's gone and he's not coming back.
Once the service was over, we went to the grave. We said nice things and were pitied.
I just stood there, looking at my husband being buried. I was so numb.
All I heard were words of pity.
I collapsed on his casket. Crying every ounce of my soul into it.
I want him back. I wanted him alive not dead. I wanted to kiss him once more. I wanted to touch him once more. I wanted to tell him I love you once more. I don't know what to do. I am lost. I feel lost. He was my north star and without him, I am lost in the woods trying to find my way out.
I didn't want my kids to see me like that but I couldn't keep it bottled. It was already bottled up for a short time and it exploded.
I screamed," Why?! Huh?! Why? Why did you have to go on that tour! Why couldn't you make music with me and the kids?! Why couldn't you skip this tour?! Why couldn't you?! Huh?!"
"AH!!!" I screamed.
"Micheal!!!!"
I cried until Nicholas had to pull me away.
I looked like a mess.
I feel like a truck just ran over me.
I felt dead inside.
I wanted to be left alone.
But no one would leave me alone.
I just wanted to be left alone.
"I am so sorry for your loss." A woman said.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I ran and I ran far away. I didn't look back.
I cried more tears. I pounded my fist in the grass.
I took a fist full of grass and pulled it out.
"Michael!!! Why!!! I needed you!!! I still need you!!!" I screamed.
I kept crying and screaming until I couldn't do it anymore.
I then kicked and punched trees until my hands were bloodied.
It was nighttime when I went home. The kids were asleep. Everything was quiet and calm.
But inside of me was a raging storm. I felt numb. I want to be alone. Without Micheal, I am a different person. A person that I don't like.
I went to bed and just stared at the walls all night. Until, at some point in the early morning I fell asleep.
