Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

48. Last Goodbye.

Pov Asher Wilson
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'You need to get up.' Bea whispered for the fifth time within half an hour as she was laying behind me on the bed, already dressed herself. One of her hands was laying on my stomach as her other arm was stuffed away under my head. I understood now why girls liked it so bad to be cuddled from behind. 

It was around 9 AM but I didn't want to get up, I wanted to hide in my bed for the rest of the day til it was over. I was scared for the funeral, I was scared to see my mom laying in a coffin and I wasn't ready for it either.

'Otherwise they will close the coffin already without you seeing her for a last time.' She added when I didn't answer her, making me look over my shoulder as she said so.

'How late will they close it?' I asked, feeling my heart thump heavily in my chest as I realized I might be too late to see her one time again. Bea hummed as she hooked her leg through mine while picking her phone up from the blanket, opening it while keeping the screen in front of both of us so I could look along.

'Wyatt arranged a lot for you and he sent me a document with the times.' She muttered as she opened a chat with the older man, opening a PDF after.

'Here, 10 o'clock the coffin will be closed.' She tapped on the screen where it was visible as a groan left my mouth. One hour left, great.

'I guess I should get up then.' I muttered as I rolled over to face her, burying my face in her chest while wrapping my arms around her waist. 

The past two days had been relaxed and I decided I would stay here instead of Cole's place. Of course I would visit him often, but I heard from Billie that he's quite often there with Siren and I didn't want to intrude on their little business. 

Yesterday, Bea's mother offered to cook together for dinner if I liked to do something to get my mind off while Bea stayed upstairs to have an emergency call with her therapist. She was doing great, but due to all the changes that were here within only a few days she had a difficult time, and she needed some reassurance from her therapist which was totally understandable. 

She was being too busy with her dad already again and now I was here too, it became a little hard for her, so I decided I would try to overcome my grief after the funeral so I didn't ask for that much energy from her. 

Since the day before yesterday, I discovered girls' chests were the nicest things to lay your head on or to bury your face in. It was soft, warm and you could hear their heart beating from there which was relaxing. I understood why Bea always does that. Billie didn't want me to lay with my face on her chest, which was completely understandable because it was a pretty intimidating place, but now Bea allowed me to lay like this, I felt like little Asher laying in his mom's arms, against her chest.

'Come on, big boy.' Bea said after letting me lay against her for five more minutes, pushing me with force up causing me to groan. 

With a grumble I got up, stretching out as I moved to the closet in the room slowly. I had moved some of my clothes to Bea's place when I had nothing to do, so I didn't have to worry about having only a few pieces of clothing. 

I looked back at Bea as I laid a gray pair of trousers over my arm, laying the blouse over it as well. She was wearing herself a strapless, plain black dress with a zipper on the back which was invisible if you didn't know there was one. Her hair was put up in a not so neat bun, but it still made her look neatly in combination with the dress. Some scars and almost healed wounds were still visible on her thin arms and shins, but it didn't bother me. She already looked so much thicker and healed compared to the night I found her, and I was proud of her for that.