Santana's POV
It was a pretty day outside, sunny but not too hot, what people are sometimes call perfect. But it didn't suit Dani's cold and gloomy mood at all.
After a horrible night for the both of us, so horrible that we had to move Dylan's crib to Berry's room so he won't wake up every hour from Dani's screams, we went to the cemetery.
Dani was dressed all in black, although it wasn't his funeral. She said she just feels the need to. She wore a black dress that ended just above her knees and hugged her curves perfectly, a black cardigan covering her shoulder and arms. Before we left today I braided her hair into a short blonde braid that ended above her shoulders, and was too short to pull to the side.
Dani pushed the strolled, also using it as support, while my arm was wrapped around her waist as we walked into the cemetery. Berry was walking right next to us, sending a small glance in my direction every now and then.
We were so close to him where Dani suddenly stopped in her place. I looked at her to see the fear in her eyes. "Babe don't-"
"I-I-I can't do this." She whispered shaking her head and untangling herself from me. I was about to touch her again but she pushed my hand away and ran far from my sight.
I wanted to run after her, but my first instinct was to stay here with Dylan. Berry quickly grabbed the stroller instead of me and nodded toward Dani. "I got him, go."
"Thank you," I said. I'm honestly so glad she came with us... I gave her a small thankful smile before sprinting after Dani.
It wasn't hard to spot her. She was far but I could find her right away. The cemetery wasn't crowded at all, except from us there was one more family on the other side and another couple next to them. I saw Dani sitting there on a bench, her head buried in her hands as her whole body shook. I sighed to myself at seeing her like that before slowly heading toward her and sitting next to her on the bench. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to lean on me. She didn't even bother to lift her head or uncover her face, but she didn't resist and rested in my side.
"Talk to me," I pleaded softly. "Tell me what's going on in that mind of yours."
"It's getting real, Santana." She cried, her words were blurred out and unclear from her hands blocking her mouth, but I could make out whatever she said. "He really died. I lost him forever. It's real." Her body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed, every tear leaving her eyes was breaking my heart. "He saved my life yet he's the dead one between the two of us. It should have been me. I should have been dead ten years ago!"
"Don't say that," I said, taking her hands in mine and moving them off her face, making her look at me. "Don't wish your death, Dani. You are stronger than that." I tired to make my voice as steady as I could. Talking about her death always makes me weak, and when you're married to a depressed suicidal person, you hear that a lot.
"He didn't deserve to die." She kept sobbing. "He was a good man, he was the perfect man. He never hurt a soul, he saved my life, more than once and more than twice and more than three. He's all I ever needed in my life and he's gone."
"I'm so sorry baby..." Was all I could say. I was so sorry... Then she buried her head back into my chest, my hand automatically caressing the back of her head. I could feel my own black shirt starts to get wet from her tears, but I didn't care.
