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KITTY FELT STUCK IN HER spot just outside the church. She stared up at the looming building. Her eyes focused on the stained glass window right in the middle, right underneath the bell.
She didn't grow up religious and never really went to church. Her mom had tried to take her a few times, but Kitty was always too stubborn and eventually, her mom gave up on trying to force her daughter onto religion that she didn't want. The last time she had been to church was for Mikey's funeral. A day that still haunted her mind. It was the same church and so the thought of Mikey wouldn't stop propping up no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
She was there for Marcus. To help him say goodbye to his mom. She knew she needed to pull herself together, but as she continue to stare up at the stained glass, all she could see was that day.
Kitty fiddled with the rings on her fingers as she stared up at the stained glass at the front of the church. Her vision was blurred from the tears that hadn't stopped spilling since she found out that Mikey was gone.
It had all been so surreal.
One second she was laughing with him at The Beef, and then only a few hours later she received a frantic phone call from him, one in which he told her how much he loved and appreciated her and how sorry he was before the line went dead. She frantically tried calling back, but her calls went unanswered and she only stopped when she received a call from Sugar, informing her of what had just happened. Of how Mikey was gone.
It didn't hit her until she stood outside the church exactly what it all meant.
She would never be able to laugh along with him again.
She wouldn't call him up late at night when neither of them could get to sleep.
She wouldn't scold him whenever he did something stupid.
She wouldn't make anymore new memories with the man that had become one of the most important in her life. Her platonic soulmate. Her other half.
'You're my better half, Kit,' He'd always say as he'd wrap his arm around her shoulder and teasingly rub his fist on her head.
'And you're my stupid half,' She'd respond, pushing his wrist away as they laughed.
Death was final.
It didn't care about your feelings.
It didn't care who it stole from you. It would just sink its nails into the ones you love and drag them away.
