Ms. CEO

Chapter 8

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It was the day I was dreading for. The day where I had to finally say goodbye. How was I supposed to do it without breaking down in front of everyone?

I wore all black. My dress was black. My shoes were black. Even my necklace was black. I was wearing colors that depressed me even more.

I looked at myself in the mirror of my bathroom and noticed that my face had gone pale. I had dark circles under my eyes. The lack of sleep I had last night caused this. The only thing that had color were my greenish eyes. Even my lips were a pale pink.

I let out a long sigh. I looked like I was the dead one. I mentally shook my head and scoffed at my reflection. I walked away so I wouldn't see how horrid I looked.

It was almost noon, the time for the ceremony to start. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to see my dead mother in crypt. I didn't want to face the sympathy looks given to me from every single person. I didn't want to hear them say 'I'm sorry for your loss' or 'I'm sorry.' It made everything worse.

I felt like I was dreaming. As if this was all a horrible dream and that any minute now someone would burst through my door and tell me to wake up or else I would be late to work. Sadly, I knew it wasn't going to happen. There was no hope.

I haven't seen the corpse of my mother, and I didn't want to ever. I wanted to see her smile and see her cheeks turn pink, but I knew that it wouldn't happen. Her cheeks would never turn pink again and she would never smile.

A silent tear fell down my cheek, trailing a sticky path towards my chin. The tear fell on the floor. My eyes still watered, but no other tears came out.

Be strong Alessia.

I dried my cheek with the back of my hand and sniffed. I tried smiling, but it didn't work.

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

I closed my eyes, but I still felt the same. Stupid song.

Taking a deep breath, I had to prepare myself. I had to finish getting ready. I walked towards my make-up vanity and reached out for my bronzer compact. I had no choice to put it one; my face was too pale.

After applying makeup to hide my horrific face, I put on my shoes and grabbed my purse.

I rolled my shoulders back and too a long sigh.

It's now or never.

***

The graveyard gave the impression of life, but to me it was far from that.

I heard the birds chirping, the wind whooshing, and the rustling of leaves. It was Autumn, so the leaves were bright colors. The trees still had the beautiful leaves, but they were becoming bare. The cemetery sort of reminded me of a meadow. Trees surrounded the place. The sun brightly shone against the meadow.

The cool air glided on my face. I shivered involuntarily. I walked towards the middle of the meadow where the burial was going to take place. There was a lot of people who attended the service; many of them were my parent's friends, family and their employees.

When I passed by them, they gave me a look of sympathy. Others would lightly pat my back; others said the same thing I hated, their apologies. It's not like they killed my mother.

I tried sending them a smile, at least a small one, but I couldn't. My face showed no expression. I wanted to be strong; I didn't want to cry in front of all these people.