❛ i don't want to go to go think i'll make it worse,
everything i know brings me back to us. ❜
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❛ cousins felt like a second home to the brooke family, year after year they would return to the same place every summer. but this year felt diff...
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chapter thirty two — i hate you
It wasn't until we were all in the same room that you realised how many people Susannah knew I mean, there were people here I had never even seen before. I sat in the uncomfortable chairs with my mom and brother as we listened to the Pastor, the Conklins were on the same row as us whilst the Fishers sat in the row in front. I don't think we had ever all been in the same room without being this silent, it was unsettling.
The funeral was what I thought it'd be, a eulogy from a pastor who never met her; people sobbing who barely knew her. It felt wrong that they were all here, they didn't know her favourite colour, her go-to dance move that she would always use in karaoke, or even the way she used to plait my hair.
Conrad stood up shakily making my heart break as he trembled to the front and sat down with a guitar in hand. Conrad had never sung and I mean never, so this was a really special moment and I was so proud of him regardless of whether we were together or not.
"This was the song that she always asked me to play for her."
The second the words left his mouth I felt myself break as the tears fell down my face, my brother held my hand tightly as we listened to his song with sorrow. The guitar may have not been tuned properly and he may have been using the wrong pitch yet it was exactly what Anna would've wanted to hear.
We sat in silence as he played his last cord making me tense up, someone would cough every once in and while whilst he sat there looking around the room like a lost puppy. I made a promise to myself that from that day on I would not leave his side for the rest of the day.
I remember my brother and I standing at the door of the wake as people followed in behind us, chatting away as they helped themselves to whatever food they wanted. We watched as Jeremiah strolled through into the kitchen making me sigh.
"I hope they are both okay."
"Me too."
My brother squeezed my shoulder before walking over to my mother which allowed me to go over to Jere. I knew he would need me as much as Conrad would.
"If you want to head upstairs I can get you a plate of food, being down here must be tough," I spoke softly scared that if I spoke any louder he would shatter.
"That would actually be really nice, thank you," He smiled weakly before heading back down the corridor leaving me with the task of food.
Luckily I knew what they both liked and didn't like so that made this job a lot easier. I began picking different food off the platters before being joined by my mom, she rubbed my shoulders before whispering in my ear.
