Chapter 11: Funeral

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*Milo's P.O.V.
The funeral began. And I see her, in her white dress, dead. I promised not to let her go.
But she did let go.
And I was a coward not to jump and die with her. It felt wrong to leave her.
Anyway, Dylan and Aaliyah were here, and everyone who loved her.
Black was the attire. Aaliyah rubbed my back and hugged me . I touched her hand and tapped it a sign of thank you.
She was about to be buried.
"Milo, it's your speech." Her mother tells me.
I stand in the front.
Tears flooded my cheeks.
"This came from her journal, during the day before she died. "
I can still hear her precious voice.
"I never thought that this day would come. If I can't make it to the day a must be wed with you, this is my note.
Dear Milo Johnson,
The day we met, I felt confused. I actually felt happy about  why I dreamt about you everyday. Maybe it was for a purpose. Then after we left the Illinois house, I began having dreams, or flashbacks.
It was me and you in 1949. It was after the incident that Dylan told us.
I was in a church dress and you were in a vest, polo and dress pants. Your hair was neatly combed.
We kissed then our hands slowly went apart.
I woke up, thinking about you.
Now if I die, please say these words to me. In my coffin and in to the people.
I love you more.
And most.
Bye."
My eyes filled me with so much pain and sorrow through tears.
The priest thanked me and asked me to go back to my place.
He blessed her coffin and the men finally dug her to the ground.
In the next chapters,
Mylan will come.
✌️

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