our grand adventure

chapter 12

The drive to Seattle was fast, as I was driving I called my mother. "Hi honey" she said cheerfully, but I had no room in my heart for cheer. "Mom, I'm sorry" I said fighting back the tears of sadness from my lonely heart. "For what sweetie"

"Everything, Jason went with me, and we had an amazing adventure." I said sounding depressed "oh? Tell me about what happened" she said sounding less happy, but not as concerned. "We had sex" I said. "Oh?" she said not as happy anymore. "Yeah, and we broke up, but fell back in love, and he moved in but he caught my roommates boyfriend having sex with a woman, and he got all mongo, and murdered Jason." My mother got quiet really fast, and it finally made me cry. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." she said on the other side of the line. "how could my life come from being absolutely perfect to it crumbling down brick by little brick" I said as I was trying to control my breathing to stop my crying, and she must have noticed that "it's okay let it all out" I wiped my eyes and took another breath. "Well, I've decided to return to Seattle, I no longer belong in that blistering city." I said, and that must have made her concerned. "What about your internship?" "I quit" I lied, and stuck with that she didn't need to know what really happened. "Well, your father and I will put together a funeral for him or at least a memorial for him" "thank you, I'm in Idaho right now, ill see you tonight I said.

When I returned home, I found my mother already have a memorial set together. And within two long weeks, I was putting on a black dress and was looking in the mirror. I had never really been one to admit to heartache or unhappiness. Today was the day my heart had scattered into millions of bits and pieces. The only person I could call as my own had been murdered, and I had nobody with me. I had never noticed that was alone until I walked into the church alone. I saw couples and people who loved him who had someone, but my someone was in a morgue in New York. He had died, and I was the one who had to bear the pain and trauma of seeing him die. My friend and my boyfriend had died in a dramatic violent way, and neither of them deserved it.

I walked in and held my arm, I looked down as a ton of people looked and stared and snickered at me as I walked down the aisle to sit in my seat. I was due to give a eulogy, but why would I? I mean none of these people know or even cared for my relationship with Jason.

"Sarah" my mother said as I looked down at the floor when they called my name to deliver my eulogy. I startled up and walked towards the podium to face a wreath with his picture in it. I didn't see the bloody face that I saw that fateful night in New York. No, instead I saw a face of joy and content, it was a face I was very familiar with, it was a face that I knew and learned to love twice. "Jason Kensington, my boyfriend. He was filled with the cliché joy every day that I've known him. He smiled and laughed. You people expect me to give a cliché eulogy about the cliché idea of love. Well I won't, in fact" I had said as I faced down the long aisle to see the door open and two people were entering. I saw one in a wheel chair, and another one with a bandage on his head. Neither were very familiar. A woman stood up to tell them that this was private, but she then started laughing. She turned around and started running to the podium. The ma in the wheel chair was very familiar. He was the man in the picture next to me. It was Jason. He wheeled up to me and smiled his usual smile. "hello Sarah Watson" he said, and the other man next to him with a bandage on his head. It was John. My crying cleared up and I whispered as a reply to Jason "hi Jason Kensington" He gave me a grin "wouldn't have wanted to miss my own funeral, after all I put the fun in funeral" he whispered back. I ran off out of the podium and hugged him "ouch ouch ouch" he said to me "sorry, I couldn't resist" I said he unbuttoned part of his shirt to reveal bandages wrapped around his chest where Mrs. Thompson had shot him. "Hello" said the person behind Jason, and it was John. He looked happier than he normally looked, but bloodier too. "One question, how did either of you survive?" "I really don't know" Jason said giggling.

In the end, the funeral turned more into a party and less of a funeral

He was staring at me as I was sitting next to my mother, he was smirking and giving me that same look he gave when we first met and fell in love.

Finally after about 10 minutes of across the room staring he finally wheeled up to me, John was talking to me when I excused myself and sat on Jasons strong lap, and placed my arms intertwined around his neck "I love you the same way I have when we first met, I knew we would fall in love the same way I hoped, I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the room. Thank you Sarah Watson" I leaned in and smiled with my face close enough to kiss it. "I love you Jason Kensington, and thank you"

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