The Truth (English)

Funeral

Days go by slowly and painfully as the autopsy results are expected, some changes in the date of the funeral, and I, as rare in me, suspected that they were driving me crazy, unable to tell anyone about my ideas and not stay like a crazy maniac.

Once again I knotted Mike's black tie and although to all the admirers of the world he looked strong and serene, I knew very well he was collapsing bit by bit. Maybe that's why he didn't publish videos on his networks but messages and some retweets and sometimes he used my phone to see what they wrote to me; it was very gratifying to find many voices of encouragement and company even if they were not physically with us. The photos of fans holding a sign that read "The hearts of the whole world are with you" caused tears to burst, but I had to dry them immediately because I had to be strong.

- Something you can tell me today? His voice was calm and his gaze gentle.

- This will also happen - I answered when I finished tying the knot and I went to give him a quick kiss

His arms wrapped around me and I returned his embrace. I knew when he embraced with tenderness, with fear and even with fury sometimes, but his embrace this time was full of uncertainty, loneliness, need to never be alone and I immediately knew what to say

- Honey, I will not go so easily from your side. You know I'll stay with you even in the worst of storms

- I know, my dear - He answered hoarsely - It's just ...

- What?

- Elisa told me something you said the other day - He sighed

"Yeah, thank you, Elisa" I thought sarcastically to myself. I interrupted him before he continued:

- Listen, today will be a very heavy day for everyone and there will be time to talk about what I said

- Is that true what you think? - He stared at me, typical of Mike to get the truth

- I give myself the benefit of the doubt, I honestly don't believe in the reports of the press - I blushed

Suddenly Joe appeared, the perfect one to interrupt an uncomfortable questioning

- Hello Anna. Can I borrow Mike? We have to go out all

- Yes, no problem - I smiled and watched them walk to the exit.

My watch tormented me; minutes passed at an inexplicably slow pace. Many personalities came from the music, I met with them, sometimes alone, sometimes with Mike, and now there was a repeated script among all.

"Hello Friend"

"I'm so sorry"

"I am in shock"

"It's surprising"

"How did you find out?"

"Count on me"

"Here we are for what you and the band need"

Then, I was sitting in a comfortable chair, Otis was already sleeping in my lap and I was beginning to feel exhausted when an unmistakable voice brought me out of the monotony:

- You look beautiful for such a sad moment - She hurriedly sat down beside me, drawing Otis's legs into her lap.

- Vicky - I felt my face illuminated - Pleasant surprise in spite of such terrible situation

- I know. You were there when my Chris died

- Thank you; I really appreciate that

We spent a few minutes talking about the exploits of Chester and Chris and some of their concerts; Suddenly, she left the protocol aside and approached to my ear

- Call me crazy, but I'd like to tell Talinda that I don't think Chester committed suicide

Did I listen well? Am I not the only one who suspects it wasn't suicide?

- Why do you say so? - I asked innocently

She was going to answer when Rob interrupted our talk.

- Mrs. Vicky Cornell. Thank you for join us tonight.

- Gregory - She quickly returned to the usual protocol and got up, adjusting Otis' legs in the armchair again - Music creates strong bonds that must never separate us

- Do you mind if I borrow her from you for a second? - Rob asked a little embarrassed, because after screaming at me when Chester died, Mike rebuked him and we didn't have time for an apology

- Don't worry - My smile was sincere - I will stay with Otis for a while and then I will send him home

He nodded and once Rob turned around, Vicky gave me one last message:

- Call me when all this farce is over. I know you think the same like me