Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 35

His mom is up there talking about him. "I honestly can't say my son was an angel," Arod's mother says. She dabs at her eye with a Kleenex. She's young looking maybe in her early thirties. She's dark skinned with chocolate brown eyes. "But he was my son. Arod was a broken spirited young man. He could have been some one great. He could have been a great basketball player. He ended up losing his life out there in the streets, and I couldn't save him. I wish I could have. It's so hard to move on, because it feels as if half of me is gone. I'm really not looking forward to going home. Anyway thank you all for being here today."

I look around the church and it's scarce. All of his so called "friends" ain't even here. His mom, sister, uncle, aunt is here. Then it's me and Sherese. I don't even know why I came. Maybe I need the closure. I also promised I would come to his funeral. It's scary how he knew he was going to die.

He didn't even have hope about it. He just accepted it. At least he died knowing that I forgave him. After the funeral I walk over to Arod's mama. "Hi I'm Ebony. I used to go with school with your son." She looks at me surprised. Like she's trying to remember something important. "Ebony." she says to herself. "Oh, Ebony of course.

My son told me to give this to you." She digs into her purse and pulls out a pink envelope with Ebony written on it. "He knew you would come. He said you have a good heart, and that he was lucky that you loved him." I smile weakly at her.

I take the envelope out of her hand. "Thank you. I wish you well. Sorry for your lost." I tell her. When I get home, I shower and change into some gym shorts, and a tank top. I'm hesitant to open the letter. What could he want to say to me.

Maybe it another empty sorry, It's been four hours since the funeral, and his Facebook page has turned into an online monument. I stare at the letter, because this was his last goodbye. His last words he probably ever written. I open the envelope and I pull out a piece of wrinkled paper.

Dear Eb,

I want to start this letter off the best way I could. So I will. If you are reading this then I'm dead and you came to my funeral. Just as I thought you would. Not because I think you're predictable, but because you're a good person. I am so truly sorry Ebony. I should have treated you better than I did. I was sick Ebony. But in a very weird way, I loved you. I know I was difficult and crazy, and I deserve to be in a casket and buried 6 feet under. I just want to say I am so truly sorry. I want to thank you for finally forgiving me.

Arod

I wipe the tears coming from my eyes. He finally gave me a real apology. I look up at the sky through my window. "Sleep well Arod." I say to myself.