Reputation to keep

Final goodbye

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Angel's POV

The next two days passed in a blur, with me and my father liaising over the funeral plans. We never talked face to face, I made sure of that. No, most of our contact was via email.

It finally came to the morning of the funeral and the morning found me running around my room like a chicken with no head

'Holy fucking shit where the hell is my dress'

'Have you double checked your wardrobe?' Max suggested from the bed. I turned around to give him a killer glare

'Are you screwing with me?! Of course I fucking checked there!

Oh my god shit where the fuck is it!!! We're going to be late!!!'

Max calmly walked over, pecking me on the cheek as he passed me. He opened the wardrobe door and flicked through the hundreds of dry cleaning bags, dresses and jackets all hanging in disorder. He pulled out something stuffed in between a very ruffled dress and a large jacket

'Would this be what you were looking for?' He cocked an eyebrow at me and I nearly choked on air

'But... I - How! I checked there! I swear I did...' I was turning red in disbelief and embarrassment at the tantrum I had just thrown. How did he find it?!

'It's ok, I get it. Your stressed! Now go get changed and I'll take care of all the other stuff' Max gave me a quick embrace before pushing me gently towards the bathroom

 I slipped on the dress and began my makeup.

As I looked in the mirror, I realised how nervous I was. I had never been to a funeral, or even a wedding and I certainly wasn't looking forward to it. I started to feel dizzy and I slid down the side of the sink, hyperventilating

How was I going to get through this? Going to the funeral just felt like I was making it final, like in doing it, I was concreting that it was real. That she wasn't going to come back. I felt the first few tears trickle down my face, I couldn't do this. I couldn't accept that the only person who had been there for me through thick and thin, was gone.

I heard Max knocking at the door, and I quickly wiped the tears off my face 

'Yeah?'

The door opened and Max poked his head in 'Are you ready to go?'

'I don't know. I feel kinda sick... Maybe you should go without me?'

Max sighed and looked at me skeptically

'Angel, you know if you avoid this, you'll regret it later. Just go.'

'No, I really feel sick'

Max crossed over to me and put a hand on my forehead 

'You don't feel hot, are you sure it's not just nerves? Or fake even?'

He stared at me intently and I felt myself blush under his gaze, giving away my facade. Dammit! How does he do this to me!!!