"Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetuity sadness, immobilised by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself."
Walter Anderson
It had been just under a week since Naomi's death, in this week Maria had barely left her apartment unless it was to make the funeral arrangements she made them in the hope of getting it over and done with, but the truth is, no matter how much she tries to avoid it. Naomi is dead. And everyday she is reminded of how she shouldn't have gone to Vegas, if she'd been home she could've stopped Naomi from taking her own life. Since Naomi's death, Maria has handed the family coffee shop over to Rachel, Naomi's best friend, and she hasn't seen or heard anything from anyone, she hasn't accepted any calls or let anyone in her apartment. She simply cut herself off, trying to keep it together.
The day of the funeral rolled around and now it is time for Maria to face the music. She showered and dried her hair leaving it down to curl naturally, she applied makeup to cover her dark circles and her pale face. She rummaged through her closet searching for a navy blue dress to wear, Naomi wouldn't want anyone to be wearing black, it was always too depressing she used to say, Maria slid into the navy dress, it had lace sleeves and it was fitted around her waist, it gently hugged her figure, she slid on some navy heels grabbed jacket and purse and left. She had come to terms with the fact that there would probably only be her and Rachel there, the chances of her Dad being well enough to fly from Vegas to DC were slim. When she arrived at the small church she made her way to her mother's grave, her sister was about to be buried next to her. She gently placed a bouquet of tulips on my mum's grave, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"We are gathered here to celebrate the life of Naomi Williams," the vicar droned on about Naomi's life as if he knew her and Maria sobbed as the service ended. She thought that she was through the worst pain, but watching your baby sister's coffin being buried next to your mum's is much worse. Rachel left soon after the service, as she doesn't know what to say. Once Rachel had left Maria sat down against the tree where Nay took her final breaths, she brought her knees up to her chest and she began sobbing all of her eye makeup was now on her cheeks and heavily smudged under her eyes, her warm and caring eyes were now dull and cold as if all of the hope that they held had been drained. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, do you talk to them?
"Naomi, mum." She paused gathering her thoughts for a moment, "I'm sorry. Nay I was so close to getting to you! And Dr Reid didn't stop CPR until the paramedics arrived, I guess he thought he could save you. I'm so sorry he couldn't. I don't know what to say to you, nothing I say will bring either of you back. I'm so sorry I failed you both." She said her eyes watering she pulled out her phone and started playing O by Coldplay. It is a song that calms her, she listened to the lyrics each note hit made her heart break a little bit more, tears were still streaming down her face and she just stayed there sobbing hoping the pain would soon subside.
It's been over an hour since the funeral ended, but Maria still sat at the tree sobbing into her hands. Her eyes are bright red and bloodshot and her makeup couldn't be more smudged, she could hear footsteps behind her but she chose to ignore them, that is until they reached her. She blinked back her tears and turned to see her uncle staring sadly at his sister and niece's graves.
"Uncle Bill?" Maria said barely above a whisper, she stood up and brushed herself down before hugging her uncle. The hug was brief and awkward, Maria took a moment to look at the man in his late fifties. His grey hair was now balding and his eyes looked tired,
"Maria, I'm so sorry." The simple line sounded so rehearsed, that Maria couldn't imagine how many times he must've said it to grieving families, "I know that the timing is not the best, however, I have an offer to make you." Maria couldn't help but feel angry, the man before her had never been an emotional or warm person, but to come to his niece's funeral to make Maria an offer seemed like a new level of cold.
"Today of all days?" She questioned, he sighed,
"If you take the offer it will give you something to do other than mope around."
"Well maybe moping is how I grieve!" She snapped back,
"I want you to work for the BAU." He said before she could give him a piece of her mind, her jaw dropped and she stood with her mouth agape in confusion for a few moments,
"W-what?" She stuttered,
"I want you to work for the BAU." He repeated, "I know it seems insensitive, but I have your best interests in mind."
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Mágoa // Spencer Reid
ФанфикMágoa: A heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions. Elizabeth Maria Williams. A walking, talking disaster. Her dad is in Vegas in a sanitarium. Her mum is dead. Her sister was her best friend...
