Lost

Chapter 19

When I woke that morning, I received a phone call. Oliver had died. I dropped the phone and I found my chest heavy and unable to breath. I say down and immediatly picked up the phone.

"No he's not" I said in disbelief. He couldn't be dead. Just yesterday we had hugged and seen each other.

"Sorry Miss Leonard..... He bled out.... During..... Surgery..." The lady said uncomfortably. I began sobbing into the phone.

"Miss Leonard?..... Miss Leonard" she said trying to comfort me. But it was too late for that.

I threw my phone at the wall and screamed. It smashed immediatly and the back fell to the floor. I crumpled down to my feet and my face wrinkled up as tears slid down my face in pain because I had just lost someone. Someone very important.

I had lost Oliver. And I would never EVER get to hear his voice again.

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I walked into the funeral service which was a week later. There was a board displayed with a picture of him. Underneath it read "Oliver J. Torres" and underneath that read "1997-2014".

He was only seventeen.

Everyone was clothed in black. They said because it was a dark color that showed the darkness in death. But I don't think Oliver would have enjoyed a funeral. Less likely, the darkness in it. He would have wanted a party. To celebrate his life. Not mourn his death.

I watched as people folded in, their faces painted with dread and sorrow. I joined them. My face too painted in the same way. And even as much as I wanted to not be sad. I couldn't help but let my face go stiff with emotions that could not be painted.

The funeral lasted two hours. I was not strong enough to go and speak on the behalf of Oliver. I sat and watched the entire funeral. After it was over, I went and sat outside.

The night was dark and starless. I sat alone in a bench, staring at my feet. I had isolated myself from the party of leaving people.

I heard the clack of dress shoes and I watched as Anderson approached me and sat down.

A silent tear slipped down my cheek and he turned his head just in time to see it fall down my cheek, leaving no trace as the moonlight was covered by clouds. I made out the brown of his eyes.

We saw each other yet our lips were sealed for in this moment silence was golden. He put his arm around my shoulder and I felt connected to him. We had both just lost a piece of our life. It died with Oliver. And even if it hurt to have that piece taken, I'm glad that Oliver would get to die with that piece of me.Because he deserved it more then anyone.

I sat there with my head on his shoulder and his head on mine. Is both stifling a sob and then it started to drizzle and as if the weather was grieving too, rain poured down upon us sitting there on the little stone bench. Sitting outside of a funeral home. Mourning the death of someone near to us.

Oliver was gone.