Roman And Emery Season 2

Worst Day Of My Life

*Emery's POV*

This was gonna be one of the worst days of my life.

Today was Grayson's funeral. I didn't want to go. I mean, I didn't want to face the fact he was dead. The past few days I've been doing everything I could to stay together. I was afraid I was gonna loose it.

There was a knock on the door but I couldn't move. I could hear someone walking in.

"Emery," It was Roman. He came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. "You okay?"

"No, not really." I said, I turned around and faced Roman.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could be there with you." He said. I wished he was coming with me. They would be but since his parents were gonna be there Gloria didn't think it would be a good idea.

"Yeah, me too." I said, but my heart wasn't in the conversation. It wasn't in anything. The only place my heart was Grayson and it was stuck there like glue. Grayson was my friend and he died.

"Hey, lets talk about something else okay?" He said and I was glad to get off the topic of Grayson, or today in general. "You look beautiful you know."

I was wearing a flowy black dress with pockets that was half button up. I also wore a black belt half way down my dress. With my dress I had a black blazer over it.

For shoes I just wore plain black high heels. My hair was in a bun.

"Yeah, I guess, I don't really care." I said walking over to my purse. I put my stuff in my purse and turned to Roman who was now only a couple of feet away from me. "I got to leave. I'll see you after right?"

"Yes, you will. I love you." He said and before I could respond he kissed me. This got my mind off the day ahead of me, even if it was only for a couple of seconds.

"I love you too." I said and he left. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs. I tried to go as slow as I could, that way I could drag out the time between now and the funeral.

When I got downstairs I saw Lukas and Julia in the kitchen.

"Hey," They said and Julia got up and hugged me.

"Where's Eric?" I asked. Me, Julia, Eric, and Lukas planned to go together. Eric was the only one who knew Grayson better then me.

"He's going with his family, he'll meet us there." Julia said. Lukas got up and joined us. "I'm so sorry Emery."

"You know I'm getting really tired of people telling me that." I said and it was true, all day people have been telling me "It'll be okay." "I'm sorry," "It gets better/easier," and "He's in a better place now." It was getting really annoying.

I didn't care if it'll be okay, if it'll get better. I just want it to be better/easier. I don't care that your sorry, its not your fault. I don't care that he's in a better place, I want him to be here.

"Yeah, I know." Lukas said.

"Guys, lets go." My mom said coming downstairs.

"Lets get this over with." I whispered to Julia making sure my mom didn't hear me. She knew I didn't want to go, but she's making me go anyway. She knows I'll regret not going more then going, which was so true it was annoying.

"Ready?" My mom asked when we arrived. Ready? How could I ever be ready for the funeral for my friend and ex-boyfriend? I would never be ready. How can anyone ever be ready for any funeral. "Right. Wrong thing to say."

I got out holding the door open so Julia could get out.

"Well, here goes nothing." Lukas said as he got out of his side the car and walked around the car to where we were.

We stood side by side. It was Julia on the left, me in the middle and Lukas on the right. We looked up at the church, it was a beautiful church.

It was an all white church on the outside. The entrance of the church was the biggest part of the church height wise. It was like a big clock tower connected to the front of the church.

The entire ceremony I wasn't paying much attention. Grayson's family asked me to give a speech but I refused, I knew I would be too sad to give one, and I was right. Half the time I was crying.

Everyone who gave a speech said some nice things about Grayson, how much he meant to them, how much they would miss him, and how much he affected their lives. That much I did pick up.

The grave ceremony was even worse. The entire time I was crying. I couldn't get over the fact that he was gone. Everyone put dirt on his grave. Some people stayed, but I asked my mom to take me straight home.

When I walked in the front door, after dropping off Julia and Lukas, I went straight upstairs. I walked in, and to my surprise, Roman was standing at the edge of my bed.

Without saying anything I tossed my purse on my bed and went to Roman. He embraced me in a hug and I started crying again. I had cried so much I was surprised I still had tears to cry. By now crying was getting annoying, but I couldn't stop, it seemed the harder I tried to stop crying, the harder I cried.

I spent the next, about, 15 minutes in his arms. We didn't say anything, he just held me, and I cried. It was good to be in his arms. I barely survived the funeral without him.

*Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if there's any ideas you have for the story or ways you want the story to go. I'll make sure to add it in!*