"She was my best friend, you know,"
And with a pained glance his way, I took a deep breath and said: "Yeah, she was mine too."
When Elle Holden's best friend passes away in a freak accident, she thinks that's everything that happened, all that happe...
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There were five stages of grief. Or so, that's what everyone else said.
Number one was denial, lots of it.
Number two was anger, also lots of it.
Number three was bargaining, for what? Do we have to knock at the Reaper's door, begging for him to return the person back to us? I don't think that's how that works.
Number four was depression; you know, the tears, the snot, the not-leaving-your-bed phase, the Bella Swan when Edward left her, the whole shebang.
And number five, finally, was acceptance. Only, I hadn't actually gotten to that yet.
"I'm sorry for your loss" was the sentence I'd gotten more than once on several occasions. People said it to me at the funeral, after the funeral, around town, and during school — before and after — and, honestly, I just wanted to yell at them to shut up.
It was cute and sweet and all, but a little too overwhelming if I was being honest. If I didn't know any better, I'd say half of those people didn't even care about Ariel all that much.
