I could feel the cool wind graze my skin. I was standing in a all black sleeveless dress with black platform heels. I was in your usual funeral attire. My hands were crossed in front of me. I tried my best to tune out the soft cries of the famillies and friends. I kept my eyes locked on his mother. Her eyes were dark and low. There was a million things running through her mind. She rubbed her hand softly against the coffin and kissed it slowly. Someone pulled her back a little as they lowered her son. She turned away from the scene and wrapped her arms tight around her body. Everyone slowly dispersed while his mother stayed. I walked over to her and stood next to her.
"Is their anything you would have changed Dr. Knowles?" She spoke with sorrow in her tone.
"His fate, but we all know there's no medicine in the world that can reverse this." I replied lowly.
We hooked arms and I escorted her back to her car. I walked back to mine and slumped in my chair. I contemplated every test I ran, every conversation we had, every smile he brought to someones face. The infamous question, why, popped into my brain. I knew it was time for me to go.
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I was washing clothes and cleaning up, trying to get my mind off earlier. I didn't realize I had so many clothes till I got tired and decided to sit down. I sprawled out on the couch and picked up my phone. I had a missed call from Corey. We hadn't really spoken much since the car situation. I figured we should talk about it and what it was.
I dialed his number and waited for an answer.
"Hey." He answered.
"Hey. What are you doing?"
"Looking at places to go for my vacation coming up. Whats up?" He seemed cheerful and not the slightest bit sad.
"Today was Tommy's funeral." I blurted. "I need to take my mind off things."
"Oh..." It was a pause. "Wanna go somewhere?"
"Where?"
"Lets go to the carnival!" He advised.
"Is this your way of asking me out?" I smirked.
"Doesn't matter. Are you saying yes?"
"Sure."
I put on clothes that were not sweats. It didn't have to be too fancy because he said it was the carnival. I put on jeans, my Nike Roshe's, and a "Just Do It" shirt to match. My hair wanted to be weird so I threw it in a hat. Next thing I knew there was a knock at the door.
"You look comfortable." He complimented.
"You do too." He had on a "Blame Society" black tee paired with blue jeans and white Jordans.
"Ready?"
"Yep" I grabbed my purse and left the house.
The car ride was pretty quiet. We didn't turn on the radio because we all know its the same songs played over and over. I kept sneaking glances at him to guess what was on his mind. I was nervous and he seemed fine. Was it me?
"Bey?" He looked over at me.
"hm?"
"Tell me whats on your mind." He said calmly.
"Oh, nothing." I stared out the window.
"Why do you keep looking at me then?"
"Who says I was looking at you?" I joked.
"You're avoiding my question. Whats on your mind?" He was extremely difficult to read. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or what.
"The car thing." I blurted. "What was that?"
