A/N: I am no writer so I apologies for the cliché remarks and story line.
"Her life ended the way she lived, having fun, being adventurous, and smiling," Amber's cousin ends his speech with those words, they will always haunt me because I never got to say good bye. I look towards the first few pews, I see Amber's mother hunched over ,crying, barely able to compose herself, grieving the loss of her eldest daughter, as if she cannot live without dear Amber. I look either side of me, on one side are my parents and on the other one of my closet friends grieving and crying.
Why haven't I grieved like that, showing any amount of emotions? Why haven't I cried sense we found out? What is wrong with me?
A/N: song is Bubbly by Colbie Caillat. This was my friend's favourite song, at the time we had no idea what it was actually about because we were innocent 11 year olds.
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Learning to Grieve
ContoShort story I wrote once, and by short story I really do mean a short story. Probably only about a thousand words words. BTW I wrote this story when I was going through some stuff. so it's can be totally cliché at times so I completely apologies fo...
