One month later
Aria stood in a little black dress at a funeral. She didn't cry. She didn't pout. I mean how could she. She was in shock. Shock that this actually happened. Was happening to her.
"Every one please rise to celebrate the life of..."
The crying of someone cut off the speaker. Aria soon realized it was her crying. The loud sobs of her own cries. She didn't know why she was crying. She didn't even know why she'd shown up. She was just lonely. Know one she knew was at the funeral. She was all alone. On her own to face the world.
"Honey, do you need to get away for awhile?" A brown haired woman asked, taking her by the shoulders and leading her away from the service.
They sat down on a bench about 200 feet away from the casket. Far enough away not hear what the people were saying.
"So you loved this person?" The woman asked
"I don't know" Aria said, whipping the tears off her face.
"I loved this person. I loved them dearly" She said
"How do you know them?" Aria asked
"Well honey" The woman trailed off "I loved her. She was my daughter"
