Old Rain. [h.s.]

Chapter 39.

Chapter 39:

I looked to myself in the mirror one final time. My eyes red, bloodshot and puffy as they scanned over my restless body. I wore a black knee-length dress, black high heels and my hair down, surrounded my face in brown lifeless curls. A black thin belt around my waist to accentuate my hourglass figure, and my make-up natural on my saddened face.

Today is the funeral.

My eyes fell to the floor as I anticipated the familiar feeling of tears. Thats all I've done, just cry; a significant part of my life has faded and left me feeling clueless and empty. My heart hollow like a drum, beating a steady rhythm for survival only to skip a few at the remembrance of today's event. I raise my head and peer into the mirror once again seeing Harry's reflection leaning against the doorframe; he walked carefully and closer to me, spinning me around, and pulling me into his frame for comfort. My breathing soothed slightly and my heart began to calm as I took in his safety and warmth. He is dressed in a black suit and tie as his lips press lightly against my temple, leading me out of the front door and towards our car.

Our car followed closely behind the hurst car as we made our way in the direction of the elegant church. I sat in between Harry and my dad as we rode silently in the car; the silence was ear piercing as everyone simultaneously grieved, even though we werent speaking we were all thinking about the same person. We arrived at the church, the driver stepping out to open the doors for us all, giving his most sincerest apology before getting back into the car and driving off. I was slightly startled by Harry's hand as it grasped mine tightly, pulling it up to his lips and laying a gently kiss onto it - I smiled sadly at his comforting gesture, it being the only emotion I know, before kissing his forehead and turning to face the front of the church.

My entire body felt numb as I took slow and hesitant steps towards the church, Harry and I walked through the entrance behind my mum, dad, brothers and my aunties and uncles. They all dispersed and sat themselves in the pews, allowing me to glance forward at the image in front of me, my heart shattered as I saw the wicker coffin lay ahead of me, knowing exactly who was inside it. My bottom lip fell between my teeth, silencing any sobs as I rested my head heavily on Harry's chest; he led my reluctant body to the pew and sat me next to my dad as he continued to cuddle and comfort me. "I love you so much, you're gonna' be okay, I promise. I'll always be here for you." he whispered sweetly into my ear comforting me, his words touching me more than he knew.

I heard a small sniffle from him above me, his head resting on mine as we watched the priest speak kind words in dedication to my grandfather. I held my dads hand tightly, squeezing it occasionally to reassure him that everything will be okay; I glanced over to him and saw that his eyes were teary along with my all uncles as well who sat on the other side of him. They had all lost their father, their idol, their inspiration. I tore myself from Harry, our hands still loosely connected as I rested my head on my dads shoulder whilst he did the same to me, his head lazily lay upon mine as we mourned. Harry leaned over and kissed my shoulder, bringing his arm around the back of me and patting my dads shoulder to comfort him, to which he was grateful for.

When the priest had finished his peaceful words we all made our way to the cemetery watching my grandfathers coffin gradually be lowered into the ground. All eyes turned to me as I was the first one to walk up and grab a handful of soil, feeling the dry earth between my fingers as I let it fall gracefully on the top of his coffin thinking about the memories we had shared. My mother, father, brothers, uncles, and lastly Harry did the same. When he walked back to me we got into the car and made our way to our next destination; the venue.

We arrived at the venue; walking in, we could hear other guests inside speaking greatly of my grandfather and reminiscing their times with him. Memories filled the room as everyone smiled remembering his great life and accomplishments; I couldn't help but overhear the incredible man he was, his caring nature, his courageousness and his love and respect for his family. I perched on a red velvet couch at the back corner of the room and gave my dad a loving hug, "How're you feeling dad?" I asked him warily. I am an emotional wreck at the minute so I have no idea how he's taking all of this, it was his dad.