Chapter 37

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by gilinskyygirl

by gilinskyygirl

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Alexandria's P.O.V:

"We're gathered here today to celebrate the life of Melissa Anne Ryans, and all she has contributed to this world. Melissa was a loving daughter, sister, aunt, and most importantly, Mother..."

The priest continued to go on and on, talking about my mother and everything about her, but honestly, I just couldn't concentrate. I didn't want to hear about how amazing my mother was, because she'll always be an amazing human being. She' s not just gone.

I took a deep breath and looked behind me. There sat Nash, Matt, Hayes, Jack, and that other small Jack. I inwardly groaned. I still don't remember anything about Jack.

Why? I clearly love him. My body rebels against me whenever he's around- my hands reach out to touch him and my lips long for the feel of his.

We've started over. He's tried to help me remember things but it's just not the same. Nothing will ever be the same.

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I didn't even bother holding back the tears anymore as they lowered her casket into the ground. I clung to Tom and Cass and just cried- heavy, heartbreaking sobs.

It's still so surreal to me. She's gone, she really is. All because of that asshole in a truck. He should be the one who's dead.

"Girls, we should go," Tom said softly, and I looked around, noticing we were the only ones still standing there.

I followed Tom and Cass out of the Cemetery and braced myself for the reception. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to go talk to people I don't remember about things I don't remember, especially Jack.

But, nonetheless, in a short ten minute here I was, at the banquet hall. We had decided to hold the funeral in Omaha, and have my mother buried there, because that's where she had lived her whole life. She was buried next to my dad.

"Cass, I think I'm gonna go," I whispered softly. I can't do this.

Cass nodded and let go of my hand. I walked briskly over to my car, and drove to the one place I knew I would remember.

Home.

I was there in no time, and I breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar white panels and red door. I was surprised to see that the door was open, but I realized that the realtors were probably showing the house to be sold.

I smiled and entered the kitchen. There it was; same yellow walls and dark wood cabinets.

I walked throughout the house, remembering all the times I spent with the people I love most.

But no Jack.

I walked upstairs and towards my room. I felt at peace when I saw the green walls and hardwood floor. The large window seat, and dark spot on the floor where the bed had been, protecting the wood from years of weathering.

I sat on the window seat and grinned, looking around.

Then, suddenly, I remembered.