In Love With Mr. Doggy (Skillet Fanfic)

John's Funeral

Korey's POV

Today was my... dead husband's funeral.
I miss him so much! If only I could turn back the time, I could've treated him with more passionate and satisfying love.

But sadly... I can't.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I think about it. I looked up at the mirror. My mascara and eyeliner was already ruined by the fluid. I didn't care anything about it.

All I care is about John being high up from me without me able to touch him one more time.

Suddenly, Xav came to John and I's bedroom. But tonight, it's just me who's going to lay down here in this cold lonely room.

I'm all alone.

Xav put his little hand on my shoulder and gave me a towel. I took it and wiped off my tears.

Xav forced a smile and said, "Mommy, don't worry about Daddy. He's high up in the clouds now. He's already flying up there to watch us. Dad doesn't want you to get sad, does he?"

I nodded.

Xav was right. John wouldn't want me putting up a sad face. John isn't really gone. He's just not here. I'm just going to pretend that he went to a very loooong trip and he won't be able to get back for decades.

Xav took my hand and told me to stand up. I stood up and leaned on him for a bit and hugged him tightly.

"I'll try my best to be the best single mother ever for you and Alex. I promise, Xav."

Xav slightly smiled and led me outside.

The clouds were covering the sky. It wasn't raining but... the sky has a dark atmosphere around it.

Jen was speaking in the front beside John's coffin. She noticed me and gave me the microphone while sniffing.

I took the microphone and looked at some of the panheads who came and John's and I's families.

I parted my lips to speak.

"John was my sweet husband. He was the nicest and funniest person I had ever known. Marrying him wasn't a regret... in fact it was the happiest day of my life. I wish I did more love to him when he was still alive but now..."

I choked and more tears poured out my eyes. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and continued.

"Even we had our petty fights... we still loved each other. John, if you can hear me, I hope you're in a very nice place now. And I accept...

I accept if you don't love me anymore. But I still love you, John. I'll always will."

Jen came towards me and I recklessly gave her the mike. She took it and I went back inside the house without caring about the visitors and supporters.

Third Person's POV
       *Night*

"Huh?!"

The black haired woman woke up with a gasp. She had her usual nightmares again. She dreamt that John, her husband, had died.

She looked beside her. He wasn't there.

"Maybe he just went to the children's rooms?" she thought.

She went to her children but found that he wasn't there.

She shrugged.

"Or maybe he went to the kitchen?"

She went downstairs and the lights were off.

This was strange. John isn't to be found anywhere. Where is he?

Korey knocked on her best friend's room. Jen opened the door and yawned.

"Korey, aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"Yeah, but I can't find John anywhere. Do you know where he is?"

Jen widened her eyes and she was instantly worried about her friend's state of mind.

"Ummm... Korey? Are you alright?"

"I am. I need to know where John is."

Jen sighed. Her friend doesn't remember. Or perhaps that she won't accept that John is already dead.

"Korey... John is already dead. He died in his sleep, remember?"

Korey was taken aback and slowly nodded and walked back to her room without another word.

She crawled on her bed and pulled the sheets on her tiny little body.

John used to do it for her. She really misses him so much.

Korey gripped the sheets tightly and closed her eyes.

The first day of him dying was already hard for her. How can she manage to live like this everyday?

Fat heavy tears poured out again as she slowly drifted to a cold lonely sleep.