The World Will Never Be The Same

chapter 14

Eliza's POV
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     "Are you okay, peg?" I asked Peggy. She had been staring at nothing for quite some time and I was starting to get worried. "You've been standing there for a while."
     "Did you know his freckles would crinkle when he laughed?" She was talking about john again. I wasn't surprised. After all, his funeral was today, and she would have to give a eulogy. "It was the best." She laughed through her tears.
     I patted her shoulder, then said, "I know you're healing, but we have to get ready for, you know."
     "Okay," she replied, the smile disappearing from her face, "I have a black dress I bou-"
    I cut her off, "I think you should wear your yellow one," I said gently, "wasn't that his favorite?"
     "Yeah," she replied, giggling, "he liked it because I liked it. He was always like that." She went off into the room to get ready, then we headed off to the funeral.
   
Peggy's POV
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     We rode up to the cemetery in silence. It was taking everything I had in me to stop myself from crying. We finally reached the cemetery, and I prepared to make the eulogy. I closed my eyes and waited for everyone to get there. Finally, the funeral procession arrived. I looked up, and almost fell over in shock. Everyone was dressed in yellow.
     Thomas walked up to me, wearing a black suit with a pale yellow dress shirt. He whispered in my ear, "he told me to do this. For you." I almost broke down right there. Everyone took their seats and I got ready to speak.
     "John always liked yellow," I said as I started my eulogy, "it was one of the things we had in common. I remember when we first started dating, he drew me a bright yellow sun with the words 'I love you' written in it. I kept that paper even after he went back down south. It always cheered me up. I think that was always John's goal in life, to cheer people up. So today, instead of mourning, let's celebrate the fact that we knew such a great guy."
     Alex started to clap, followed by the rest of the crowd. I ran to my sisters, and they wrapped me in their embrace.
     The rest of the funeral was a blur. All I could remember was a lot of 'I'm sorry' s and things like that. We went home and I crawled into my bed, exhausted emotionally from the events from today.

Alex's POV
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     I stayed long after everyone else was gone, Thomas standing by my side. It was long after dark, and I was still standing in front of his grave, remembering our friendship.
     Thomas wrapped his arms around my waste and kissed my cheek. "Promise me you won't let go," I whispered. Thomas looked confused. "Promise you'll stay with me. I, I couldn't stand to lose another-"
     He turned and faced me, gently kissing my forehead and rubbing my shoulders. "I couldn't if I tried. Alex," he said, a sympathetic smile on his face, "I love you too much to do that to you."
     We stood there in comfortable silence. It felt good to know I had someone to rely on, even though my world was crumbling.

Ok so this was short but idc. I hope its not too terrible. Ilysm k bye!