Aeldra was a hero. Like Hercules and Achillies. Songs would be sung for her, feasts dedicated to her name, children named for her. She would be remembered as a great, like many other heroes. Like all heroes, she laid her life down for the greate...
"even if you know what's coming you're never prepared for how it feels."
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The funeral for Leah and Jared was on a Sunday. It was bright outside, the sun was blinding. Just the way they would want it to be. Leah always loved the sun and Jared loved the beach. It was unfit. The world should be as sad as the mourners. The world should be shedding tears just like them.
Allie wore a dress. She hated it and she hated the dress. But she loved Leah and Jared. It was big on her, one of Rosalie's. She and the model blonde used to be nearly the same size but Allie had a little more muscle. Now she'd probably be able to fit into Alice's clothes. The longsleeved dress hid her poking out ribs and nearly skeletal look. She wasn't bad enough to look on her deathbed but she was bad enough that everyone around her had noticed. Had begun asking questions.
Traditionally women weren't supposed to be pallbearers but even Sue despised the idea. Allie was in front, carrying Leah's casket with Seth across from her. A brother shouldn't have to carry his sister's casket so young. Behind them was Jake and Sam, then Quil and Collin.
Embry and Paul were in front carrying Jared, then Brady and a new boy named Peter, and a young boy named Max.
The caskets were empty and would be buried empty.
The Cullens were invited as well. That was Seth's doing. He saw how much Leah appreciated Esme and started to see them not as monsters but as people.
Sue didn't make it halfway through her speech before dissolving into tears and had to be lead off by Charlie. Next was Sam, then Paul, then Jake, then Emily, then Seth, then Kim who also didn't make it far, and finally Allie. She really didn't want to talk but Sue begged her and she couldn't refuse a grieving mother.
When Kim was escorted off by Embry, Allie stood, her thin hand slipping from Jasper's as she went to stand at the podium. Her hands gripped the wooden edges, her hands already trembling.
"I knew both Jared and Leah. We relied on each other. We trusted our lives to one another. We shared a bond that can never be replicated. I wasn't as close to Jared as I was to Leah. I'll never know how this feels for you. But Jared was an amazing young man. He gave something to this world and to everyone he surrounded himself with. He was hilarious, bright, kind, and most of all, he was accepting. He opened his arms to everyone around him and the light in him, will never be replicated but it will be missed dearly. At a time like this, he would want us to laugh and remember the good times we had with him, as cliche as it sounds. So I leave him with my fondest memory. We were making cupcakes for little Claire's birthday, and of course, Paul could not leave the frosting alone. He kept sticking his fingers in the strawberry frosting, Claire's favorite, and eventually, exasperated with the hindrance, Jared who was the only boy truly helping, shoved a fully made cupcake in Paul's face. This brought on a full-on war, and I had the pleasure of being on Jared's side along with Embry and Quil. We pelted each other with cupcakes and had to stay up all night cleaning up the mess and remaking the huge batch of cupcakes Emily made."
Some people laughed lightly and Allie saw Jared's mom bury her face in his father's shoulder, crumpling his suit.
"As for Leah," Allie's voice cracked. "I've lost so many people but never has the loss hit me as hard as this one did. The first time I met Leah was at the house Sam and Emily shared she was making a mess out of the dishes and she felt like an outcast. I tried my best to make her feel included. I tried my best to show her how amazing she was. Leah was a fire. She burned hot and she was beautiful and everyone around her couldn't help but love her, but god help you if she didn't like you." This also drew some laughs.
"I loved Leah so dearly. I don't know where she is. I don't know if she's watching over us or what. Wherever she is, I hope she's happy. Just like she'd hope we're happy now. She'd want us to live on and forget. But I can't forget. I'll never be able to forget. So I choose to be selfish and remember Leah and continue to love her with all my heart because it is what she deserves."
Allie let a slow breath escape her lips as she sat back down beside Jasper who immediately held her close. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the priest's sermon before they lowered each coffin in their respected grave in unison.
There was only one graveyard in La Push. It was large and packed tight with crumbling stones from years ago sitting beside bright new stones freshly made.
Leah Clearwater Daughter - friend - sister 1986-2008 "You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it."
Jared Cameron Son - fiance - brother 1990-2008 "We come with nothing, we go with nothing, but one great thing we can achieve in our beautiful life is a little remembrance in someone's mind and a small place in someone's heart."
People began to leave but Allie lingered, Jasper at her side and her eyes refusing to leave the stones.
The undertaker approached in an excavator, ready to move dirt into the graves before Allie stopped him. She wanted to fill them in herself.
Jasper tried to get her to go home but she refused, hands on his chest pushing him back and made him go home before she asked for a shovel.
The undertaker obliged and Allie took the rough wooden handle, digging the metal into the large mound of dirt and scooping it into the large holes.
As the sun went down she discarded her heels and her carefully styled hair, tying it into a very small ponytail at the base of her neck so it would stay out of her eyes.
Her dress became ruined quickly with the sweat that leaked from her pores and the mud that caked into the fabric from her periodic wiping.
Tthe day had ended by the time she had filled both graves, collapsing to her knees as her body shook with sobs.
She didn't know when Jasper got there. She just knew he picked her up and held her, regardless of the mud that covered her staining his perfectly white shirt.
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