The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

A forever goodbye

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Siana’s P.O.V.

A sea of unfamiliar faces was found in the funeral home, where Caroline’s service would be taking place. The strength of Hunter’s hand was wrapped around my own, while Alana was propped on my hip. The sound of chattering and sobbing was surrounding me, and it took all I had to not do the same. I couldn’t cry in front of Alana. That’s not what she needed from me, since she could already feel there was something wrong.

“I’m here,” Hunter whispers, squeezing my hand tightly for a brief second.

I let a breath of air release from my parted lips, gripping his hand with the same strength in my grip. “I know.”

I see Elena and Trevor standing at one end of the room, trying to hold back her tears. Trevor looked like he was in shock more than anything else. Trevor never cried, and even though Caroline was gone, I still couldn’t see him shedding a tear.

Elena starts pulling on Trevor’s free arm, the arm that didn’t hold Destin close to his chest. She brings Hunter and I to his attention, and he whispers something in her ear before she starts walking closer to us, her heels clicking against the floor.

“Siana, I’m so sorry.” She cries once reaching me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

Somehow Hunter had gotten Alana out of our tight hug, allowing me to hug her back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please, El, don’t apologize.” I whispered, my face getting caught in her wild blonde curls.

For the next half hour, we walk around greeting strangers, and old faces, all while holding back our tears. I didn’t recognize half of the faces I saw, but slowly they seemed to remember me. I watch as a short old lady starts walking towards me, her deep brown eyes never leaving my gaze.

“I haven’t seen you since you were just that age.” She says with a raspy voice, pointing to Alana, who was in Hunters arms.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “May I ask who you are?” I question politely.

She lets out a laugh, and it felt uncomfortable, since everyone else was sobbing on someone else’s shoulder. “Silly me, dear! I’m your mother’s aunt. Aunt Darla!” She explains.

She wasn’t the only stranger that I met, that somehow knew me. There was her, Aunt Shelby, Uncle Albert, a couple long lost great grandparents I thought were dead this entire time. They were all here for her death, yet, they were never here for her life? Why was it, once someone dies, everyone realizes how precious they really were?

I felt as if I were falling into a hole of depression when all I received was pity. Complete pity. Of course no one knew how much I hated it, but I wished deep down that they could have noticed. The ‘I’m sorry’s’ and ‘I cannot imagine what you’re going through’s’ was tearing at my already weak heart, and all I could do was put on a dull, fake smile for the world to see. I didn’t know who all saw through it, but I know Hunter did.