"-Liz, come on. Don't do this. Don't leave me." He says. He was hugging me. I couldn't help but stop. "Aiden." I say. He backs up a bit to look at my face. "I don't know what I did." I said. He stares at me for a moment and I tell him literally: Everything. It was a long story. I sat in his lap, and we both lied in bed and I told him everything. Ever since the beginning. In the end, I lay on his chest hugging him, crying. I didn't know what to do. Lindsey's funeral was the next day. I couldn't sleep, but I eventually cried myself to sleep.
I wake up in the morning like I would when I was sixteen. Around nine o'clock. I get dressed and do my hair. I go downstairs and find Aiden sitting next to Sam. They were talking. I didn't say anything other than, "Good Morning." I wasn't in the best mood. I wasn't hungry either. I call my mother-in-law, Aiden's mother, and talk to her in the kitchen quietly. I didn't feel well, queasy. I stand up while talking and make breakfast. I talk to her and she just helped get me through it. It wasn't the best 'pep' talk, but I mean, would a pep talk even be possible at that point? When everything was going wrong? Sam eats our small breakfast together, and I get Raina downstairs and I feed her. It was a quiet breakfast, but I didn't want to speak, so I didn't mind that much. Right after that, everyone got dressed for the funeral. I dressed Raina in a black dress and I wear a back dress as well, with a black gloves. Just listening or reading this, you'd probably think that it was too movie like, 'nobody would wear that!' But I did. I mean honestly, it didn't look as fake as it sounded.
When we arrive at the funeral home, I begin to cry. We were the first people there. There was a hurse there. I was sobbing on Aiden's arm. We walk in, and I was barley holding Raina's hand anymore. We go into the room, where the funeral would take place, and take it from there. Everyone arrived, and I sit next to Aiden and my mother in law, Gracie. I cried, but the saddest part was, the coffin. The team showed up, which I thought was sweet, but I knew there was no going back. There was a lot of people, with the doors open.... I just felt heartbroken. I thought I could get through it but all I thought of was the first time I held her, how I loved her.
