In times of need, we all need somebody to lean on. It may be a friend, a parent or sometimes a complete stranger. But for Payten, it just so happens to be her best friend, aka her old crush.
Will old feelings arise in this new and scary time? Or we...
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Payten
Payten couldn't decide what was worse, the day she found out that she was a widow or the day she had to bury him. She watched as friends and family filled the church, to mourn the death of a beloved son, brother, friend, and husband.
Payten sat in the front, looking up at the casket where he laid. Every memory of him flashing by in her mind. She brought the Kleenex up to her eyes and dabbed away the tears, and sniffled. She felt a comforting hand glide over the back of the blazer she wore. She leaned up against Adam and the tears started to spill a little faster.
She had planned this day for the past 2 weeks, going over what wood the casket would be, what flowers would be placed around the church, what font the headstone would have, everything that she thought she wouldn't need to worry about for years, all fell into her lap in a matter of minutes.
The Minister of the church went through the service, but Payten heard no word. Her ears rung, as she had her head lowered against Adam. He brought his arm up and held her closer.
"We ask now for a moment of silence, in honour of Mr Aleksander. You may take this moment as a time to reflect and think back on memories you shared with him, or to send prayers for his family." The minister finishes, and everybody goes silent. The only sounds you can hear are the sniffles from a few and the benches creaking as people shift their weight on them.
When the minute was up, she watched as the paulbearers lifted the casket, and walked down the aisle. Aleksanders parents follow behind, and Payten followed them. Adam walked by her side, letting her lean against him.
Payten stood there, as the casket sat over there hole in the ground. The Minister asked for anybody with flowers, to go ahead and lay them on the casket, so a little piece of them was always with him, even in death. Payten rubbed her thumb over the stem of the white rose, debating whether or not to place the flower with him or take it home and dry it as a keepsake. Adam nudged her slightly causing her to turn and look, his arm stretched out, offering her his rose. She switched roses, as Adams was a little more bent and walked towards the casket.
