Life is a Rollercoaster

Chapter 27

My head was throbbing when I woke up.

Today was Phione's funeral, and it has been two weeks since her death. It hadn't surprised anyone, but still, everyone was stricken with grief. 

Bretton wasn't in bed. He was probably stuck in his office sorting through funeral arrangements, and taking speech requests. I throw the comforters off of me and head to the bathroom to freshen up. 

Yesterday I went and bought a black dress that was tight against my skin, reaching just above the knees, the sleeves going down to my wrists, and it was a scoop neck. I would be wearing black boot heels, and black gloves, too. 

The funeral wasn't until twelve so I had two hours to sort through my thoughts. I would be speaking at her funeral, just a few sentences since I'm Luna and it is my duty. If I wasn't, I wouldn't because it would have been too hard for me to do so.  

I exit my bedroom and make my way downstairs. Kia is with Braxton in the kitchen. They're practically doing it on  the kitchen counter.

"Not on my counter, guys!" I scream, covering my eyes. I peek through my fingers to see both beat red and Kia looks at me with a glare. "Hey, I'm just saying." 

"Yeah.. I'm going to go get ready for the funeral." Braxton said, and then a wave of sadness entered the room. He kissed Kia quickly before leaving.

"How are you doing?" Kia asked me as I grabbed myself a granola bar from the cupboard. 

"I'm doing okay." I said. I wasn't taking it very well, and I had finally stopped crying a couple days ago. Bretton was starting to worry if I'd be sucked in a never ending cloud of sadness forever. "How about you?"

Kia sat on one of the island stools, and I sat next to her. "I'm good. I never really knew Phione, but she was such a nice person when I did get a chance to speak with her. It'll be sad not having her around.. you know?"

"I know." I nodded my head.

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I looked at myself in the mirror. In front of me was a worn out girl with bags under her eyes, wearing a black dress that showed off her curves, and boots and gloves to match. I didn't know I looked so worn, so exhausted until I took the time to look in the mirror. You never know what grief can do to you. 

I wouldn't even know what I would do without Bretton. He had told me that the mate goes insane and on a revenge drive. I would be terrified of myself if I  ever killed anyone. But I couldn't have been too hard on myself. My other half of my heart would be gone.

The door opened and Bretton walked in with a black tux, and dark grey tie. He still looked as gorgeous as usual. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on top of my head. 

We looked at each other through the mirror for awhile. "Did you get any sleep?" Bretton asked. Worried as always.

"Just... when the funeral is over the stress won't be as intense and I'll be okay. Stop worrying." I said quietly. 

"It's kind of hard for me not to. But I'll try since you asked." Bretton sighed. His eyes glazed over for a second. "The car is here. We should get going."

I turned around and we walked hand in hand down stairs and filed out with the rest of the pack members. Their was a long limo parked up in front. Another one was coming up into the driveway.

"Hello, Luna, Alpha." A women said, slightly bowing her head, and I smiled at her. The car door was opened by a pack member and I smiled again. Everyone was so kind.

Bretton and I got in first, up in the front seats.

The drive was long, and I spent the time looking out the car window. Just like most movies, it started rain. But it was only a light drizzle. Maybe the earth was mourning our loss. I smile at that thought.