Ally is shaken by the sudden loss of her mother, but she finds herself determined to still take the trip she'd been planning for months. What she didn't plan on is having her friend Sebastian show up for the ride. Will learning some harsh truths abo...
Summary/Prompt used: Woman Crosses the Country after sudden death of her mother.
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Chapter 1
It was a normal, average day for most of the world. The sky was bright with a few clouds scattered throughout the sky. The temperature was mild, not too warm and not too cool. There was nothing out of the ordinary for most people. Today, Ally wasn't most people.
She watched as they lowered the coffin into the ground. There was no headstone marking who they were placing in the grave. It had happened too quickly to have had one made in time for the funeral. In two weeks her mother's headstone would arrive, and Ally didn't think she could bear to see it.
There had been a funeral, a woman stood at the front and talked about faith and her mom, but she didn't remember any of it. The day had been a blur; in fact the week had been a wind tunnel, nothing getting in but despair and sadness.
Ally walked up to the grave and took a handful of dirt, she could feel her sister beside her, and yet she felt utterly alone. The dirt fell, not in slow motion like it always did in the movies, but with a final, sounding thud. She would never see her mother again. Tears pricked her eyes but they did not fall.
She walked away, from the grave, from her fellow mourners and to her car, she sat in passenger seat as her friend got into the car and wordlessly drove her home.
One Week Later
Ally spit into the sink, barely listening to her friend talking.
"Are you sure you want to go still?" Paige asked, standing behind her in the mirror putting on lip gloss.
"You were all for this a month ago," Ally countered. She put her toothbrush in its travel case and stuffed it into her cosmetics bag.
"That was before everything with your mom."
Ally sighed, she could hear the concern in her friend's voice, but it was also exactly why she wanted to get away. Her mom had been her best friend, and the loss had been so sudden that she wasn't even sure she'd had a chance to really grieve.
"It's just three months. I'm not running away. I need some time. Time where everyone who sees me doesn't look at me like you are now."
The comment snapped Paige out of her lingering pity stare only to replace it with what always came next, an uncomfortable pinched look like she was wearing shoes too tight, only Ally felt like the shoes. She knew her friend needed this time away from her as well. It was a lot of work to console a grieving friend.
