Beautiful Pain (An Andy Biersack Love Story) {1} [Completed]

Chapter 82: Planning

Chapter 82: Planning

Andy's POV

*The Next Day*

I sat in my car and took a deep breath. I stared at the stone building in front of me, not wanting to go inside. This was another step in all of this feeling final. I didn't want it to be final. I didn't want it to be real. I got out of the car and pulled my jacket tighter to my body to try to conserve warmth.

I opened the door, a high pitched bell dinging as I walked through the doorway. I heard voices and followed them around the corner. I saw Brielle's parents sitting on an old floral couch, the funeral director and a minister sitting on an adjacent couch.

"Hi Andy," Brielle's mom smiled warmly at me.

"Uh, hi," I said, awkwardly running a hand through my hair. Her dad scooted closer to her mom to make space for me. I sat down, biting on my lip as they continued their conversation. Brielle's parents were planning her funeral today and they had invited me to help. I honestly didn't want to even think about her funeral, but they insisted since I knew more about adult Brielle than they did.

I listened as they discussed flower arrangements, casket colors, and music choices. I stared at the ugly, worn out carpet, wanting to be anywhere else besides here. I heard the bell to the front door ding and looked up. A few seconds later, Sienna and Sterling walked into the room.

"Hi Sienna," I greeted before her parents could. Having Sienna here made me feel so much more comfortable. I liked Brielle's parents, they were nice, I just didn't feel like I could overrule them in any decisions they made. I mean, they are her parents and are paying for the funeral.

"Hi Andy, Brian, Christina," Sienna greeted as her and Sterling sat on two chairs that were near us. Sienna and I sat quietly as Brielle's parents continued to discuss plans. I started hearing talk about prayers and a religious sermon and turned my attention to where they were talking.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Brielle wasn't religious," I said, shaking my head.

"Oh Andy, you grew up in this area, you know how it is. Besides, we're religious and it brings us comfort. We tried to raise Brielle in the faith but she just drifted away," her mom said.

"But, this is Brielle's funeral, I think it should reflect the life she lived and not the life of the people who are still living."

"Andy, I understand where you're coming from, but you can't really change tradition," she shrugged. I opened my mouth to speak again but Sienna placed her hand on my arm. I looked over at her and she shook her head. I grumbled and leaned back on the couch. I rested my arm on the arm rest, leaning my head on my hand, and stared forward as Brielle's parents continued to talk with the minister.

"Alright, well I'd like to get some stories about who Brielle was, since I never had the pleasure of meeting her. I like to throw in stories with my message, remind the guests of what kind of person Brielle was," the minister said. Brielle's parents started throwing out funny stories from when she was a child, the minister taking notes.

"You have to mention how in love with Andy she was! This girl was head over heels. I've known her since middle school and I've never seen her so in love. She would come home from dates, dazed, and in just absolutely the best mood. She denied her love for so long, but I saw it immediately," Sienna gushed. I looked down at the ground, all of my memories of Brielle flooding my mind. I struggled to hold back my tears, quickly blinking to prevent any from forming.

"Andy, do you mind telling me the story of how you and Brielle met?" the minister asked me.

"Uh, I was at a Bengals game with my friend and, as much as I love my Bengals, I could hardly focus on the game. I was too focused on the girl in front of me. She was on her feet the entire game, her energy never wavering. She was jumping and cheering for her favorite team. It was admirable. I never had met a girl that was so into football. At some point, my friend knocked my drink out of my hand and of course, out of all people, it spilled on this mystery girl. I was mortified. I was so mad at my friend. I immediately apologized and I went to go help her clean up. 

"We realized there was no way her shirt was getting dry, so I offered to buy her a shirt. Of course, she denied my offer. She hated people buying things for her. I eventually convinced her to let me take her to the gift shop and I bought her a new shirt. She changed and we spent a bit of time talking. We found out we were both from the area, but had both relocated to Los Angeles. I offered to take her to dinner, to make up for my mistake, and eventually, she agreed. That girl was my lovely Brielle. The rest is, as they say, history," I said, reciting our love story. 

I had repeated it a thousand times and it still never got old. I wiped away a tear that had fallen. While my voice cracked throughout my story, I managed to hold it together.

"Thank you for sharing Andy. That is such a unique story. Do you mind telling me a little bit about your marriage, your relationship?"

"I think it was about as close to perfect as you can get. I remember maybe one major fight, while we were still dating. Looking back, it was such a stupid fight. Brielle's always been really close with Sienna and I struggled with the fact that she would tell Sienna things and not me. It's so stupid, but I was jealous for a while. I wanted to be Brielle's number one. I was, but so was Sienna. We played different but necessary parts in her life. It's so stupid because now I consider Sienna one of my best friends as well," I said, glancing over at Sienna.

"Awh, Andy!" she gushed, placing her hand on my knee.

"Our relationship was perfect just like Brielle liked things. She liked things to be perfect, on a timeline, planned. She was not spontaneous and hated change. She was always afraid of moving too fast, which was a perfect balance, because I always tend to move too fast. She was the love of my life, and I don't think I'll ever find anyone who could take her place. She was it for me," I said, sniffling as tears started to roll down my cheeks. I hung my head and wiped my eyes.

"Thank you Andy, it sounds like what you and Brielle had was pretty special," the minister smiled. He then turned his attention to Sienna to get some stories from her.

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"Thank you for coming Andy, I know this whole process isn't fun," Brielle's mom said, hugging me as we stood up from the couch.

"Of course, thank you for allowing me to be here," I said, hugging her back. I said goodbye to everyone and got into my car. I quickly turned it on, the heat slowly bringing warmth to the ice cold car. This weekend was New Years so the funeral was planned for next weekend. I quickly texted the guys the details in hopes that they could arrange to be out here. I hadn't looked at their condolence texts, just simply skipped over it. 

I drove home and quickly went into the warm house. I started up the steps, my mom's voice stopping me in my tracks.

"How was it?" my mom asked.

"Depressing, I'm going to lay down," I mumbled, continuing up the stairs. I took off my jacket, letting it fall to the ground. I climbed into the bed, staring at the ceiling and silently crying until I fell asleep.

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