Infrunami - Taylor Swift x female OC

Chapter Forty-Two

here's to my baby 

i love you <3

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Sanford, Maine

June 2nd, 2016

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Death is a strange thing.

Some people will tell you they know lots of people will go to their funeral, because they were nice.

Maybe that's true.

But it's like they make it a competition.

"Hey man. More people will watch as I'm buried six feet under than they will you. Ha. That's funny."

It's really not.

If it was a competition though, Carlos Davis would take last place.

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The day of Carlos's funeral, people wrap around the cemetery. Not anywhere near her, thankfully, but more so outside the graveyard with signs with big bubble letters of how much they'll miss the man. Not because they knew him, or because they're genuinely sorry he's dead, but because they think Camila is.

She shows up early to the church, a tight charcoal dress on that her ex-husband would probably look at and whistle, with her coat dragging behind her as she holds one kid in her arm and the other trails slowly by her side.

They don't exactly understand why they're there; she thinks.

She'd explained it some time ago- by telling them straight forward death is something that happens and unfortunately, it happened to their father. Both kids had just looked at her with curious eyes while munching on their dinosaur nuggets. Do they care? Probably. It's their dad, no matter how much she hated him. They truly seemed to show no emotion other than confusion.

Jasper showed some, actually.

He'd cried this morning, angrily trying to teach himself to tie a tie the way his father was supposed to. Danny did it for him, and the teenager held him while he cried and begged to know why his father was taken from him and why they just wouldn't give him back.

Camila doesn't need to know this though.

Her heels click against the cement, quieted by the yell of the crowd and the shutter of the camera. They ask all kinds of questions, like how she's feeling, if she's giving a speech, how he died, but she knows what they want to ask.

"Will you cry for us?"

Spoiler alert, she won't.

She won't cry for them, she won't cry for Taylor, she won't cry for her kids, she won't cry for Carlos.

She won't cry.

The church is big.

At her father's funeral, the one back home seemed small. It wasn't, it only seemed that way because he knew so many people and changed so many lives, people were out in the halls during his ceremony.

No one is in the hall of this church except for her and her kids and their guards, Abby and Liam.

No one is really inside the church either.

Out of all the pews, almost 60 of them, only about three are filled.

Mostly people Camila recognizes. Carlos's mother, who avoids her eyes like she'll turn her to stone if she dares to look at her. Maybe she will. Should we test it and find out? Some of it is his cousins that give her a sympathetic gaze before they're forced away by their parents. Not sympathy of the loss of someone she once loved- or maybe it is-, but more so sympathy that she knew a side of him they didn't. Some of his friends look at her, but they tug their own wives closer when she walks past them, as if she'll give them the "you can do so much better sweetie" dieses.