Make a Wish » Trevor Moran

Chapter Seventeen

Maisy's POV

Today is the day. The day of the funeral. To be honest, I've been dreading this day.

I dress in a black dress with red roses and a gray cardigan. I slide on my black ballet flats, too.

I put on a headband with a tiny black bow on it. I painted my face lightly with mascara, eye liner, blush, foundation and lip gloss. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I say weakly. Susan walks in and smiles lightly.

"You look beautiful, darling." She brings me in for a hug and I shed a few tears.

"You too, Susan." She wipes away my tears and I sniffle.

"Ready to put on your brave face?" She asks and I nod.

"Your family is in the lobby, along with Erin's parents. The friends of yours are already there." Susan informs me.

"Thanks again, Susan." I wheel my tank to the elevator and ride down.

I walk with my mom to the car and get in. It's silence all the way there.

Once we get there, I want to break down. I see the guys and I think to myself, this is real.

"Hey Maisy." Kian greets me. I give him a small wave and he puts his arm around me.

"Let's take our seats." He leads us all to a row third from the front and we sit. I'm next to Jc and Trevor.

"You can cry, Maisy. It's okay." Trevor tells me. Unexpectedly, a rivulet of tears came rushing down my face.

He brings me in for a hug and I cry into his shoulder. He starts rubbing my back and whispers soothing things into my ear.

"Lets not wait any longer to begin." The pastor says. I pull away and pay attention to what he's saying.

"Erin was an intelligent young lady. Always doing brain games and testing her knowledge . . ."

I listened to the pastor go on and on about a girl he didn't know until it was her mom's turn to speak.

"I remember the day the doctors diagnosed her . . ." Not even halfway through her heart warming talk I started to bawl.

Before I could register anything, all of the boys leaned in closer and hugged me. I cried into Jc's shoulder while the rest of the guys quietly calmed me down.

"I love you Erin. I miss you." Mrs. West sits down and the pastor goes to the podium once again.

"I am now going to dismiss each row to visit Ms. West if they wish. And if anybody is going to the graveyard, please stick around." The pastor dismisses the rows starting with the back.

My row was dismissed and I made my way to her casket. I squeezed the hands next to me, which just so happen to be Connor and Jc, and I close my eyes.

There she is. Just lying there. Vulnerable. Helpless. Lifeless.

I took a closer look at her. She was wearing a blue dress with ballet flats. There were flowers scattered around her body.

I guess I was crying again, considering the boys whisked me away. They brought me to the family bathroom, sat me on the sink and cleaned me up.

"Shh. It's okay, Maisy. You can let it all out." Ricky fixed my make up while Kian played with my hair.

"Thanks guys." I sniffled and hugged them each individually.

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They lowered the casket into the ground. This is officially the last time I will ever even see it. I lean into Trevor and he wraps his arm around my waist.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers.

"Me too." I whisper back.