The night before the funeral I spent reading Edward's letters over and over again. Smashing porcelain tablewear against the walls and punching the walls untill my knuckles were covered in the bright red liquid they call blood. I decided to wear the clothingpiece Edward loved to see on me the most. A white dress. Yes. I wore a white dress to the funeral of my boyfriend. Whispers filled the church when I walked in. Glances and raisen eyebrows were shot my way and I fought the urge to stick up my middlefinger. I sat on a bench so close to the shiny black coffin, that I could nearly touch it. It was closed and it would be opened in a couple seconds. What I didn't get, but it was some kind of family tradition.
Behind me were people whiping their noses with their little white handkerchiefs. They played funny songs that Edward wouldn't like at all. His mom, Anne held a speech about the happiness inside Edwards eyes or something. It didn't happen untill they opened the coffin. It didn't happen when I saw a friend of Edward break down in a way that would've made anyone cry as well.
They had ended the service and were all standing in line to bid their goodbyes. I stood in front of my mother. It happened exactly the second the bruised body of the man I loved came into view. I broke. I flipped. I became insane. The way they put his hands on top of each other. The way he looked peaceful, yet hurt so badly that the heart inside my chest actually broke. I didn't cry nor breakdown. I ran towards Edward. Slowly I reached for his hand. It was so cold and I winced. People behind me were starting to get uneasy at my actions. I looked at them and pulled my mother with me. Frantically, I grabbed her hand. I pushed it on top of Edward's'.
Harry's P.O.V
I took the drawing I found inside Edward's room three nights ago out of my pocket. It was a cheesy drawing of a beautiful girl with fair skin, eyes and lilac coloured hair and daisies around her neck.
The girl that Edward had called his girlfriend. She was beautiful, I'd have to admit. When I hid behind the organ in the back of the church. Why the hell was she wearing a fucking white dress? She was damn weird, that's for sure. But she had this thing. This thing that made me realize why Edward was crazy about her. I don't think I'd ever understand why he'd loved this girl so much. It was weird. I liked living for myself and was once again reminded why not to love a single person in this world when I saw the broken girl on the bench behind the coffin.
I had seen people deal with loss. I had seen a lot of people to be exact. The way she sat on the bench, her curly hair shining with grease was the only way to tell that something was up. Her face had been emotionless when I saw her. She didn't see me, of course. I was hidden. Like I had always been. But it was time for me to realize that my twin brother wasn't there to be better than me anymore. I was the one left. And here, in this little town called Green Spring nobody had known of me. I was the secret they didn't want to talk about. The little cloud in their dark skies. The other one who seemed to have sold his soul to the devil or something in that direction.
The one who was hidden behind the shadow of his two-minute younger brother. I planned on leaving after I had seen the look of sorrow on my own mothers face. The woman who had secretly despised me since birth. I was the only one that bitch had left now. I just needed to see her facial expression. But I got held up by the beautiful mess that was Edward's first and last love. I got held up by the gorgeous mystery called Katherina Marabella.
I watched all the people bid their goodbyes from behind a door. I could perfectly sit and watch, as well as hear what they were saying. I wouldn't have come here but I couldn't miss my brothers funeral, now could I? When Katherina came into view ( I figured her name was Katherina after hearing about twenty people say something about 'Katherina's horrible choice of clothing for the funeral.') I couldn't help but gasp at her beauty. She sure was something. Her eyes held a hint of blue hidden by the darkness of the dominant brown. Her hair was, although she dyed it, shiny and and lively. And you wouldn't even notice how greasy it was when you saw the beauty of her face.
I narrowed my eyes to see if there was any sign of pain or visible emotion inside her eyes. There was nothing. But suddenly something flashed in them. I gasped again this time, it was so real. The sudden burst of strangled pain. She grabbed her mothers arm frantically, bringing it to Edward's dead body. Then she said something everybody present at the time would probably never forget.
'Maybe' she started 'Maybe if we try hard enough, we could use our body heat to bring him back.'
She stated it so confidently, although her voice was rough and broken. The way she squeezed her mother's hand when her mother stood there shocked and trying to pull away. Her voice had been loud and clear and everybody stood still in shock. Then after about ten seconds, one of my uncles pulled them both away. Katherina tried to break free from his grasp. She screamed and tears suddenly fell down her cheeks.
'NO!' and 'You can't do this to me!' was what her voice said as it echoed through the room. I blinked and shook my head slowly. What just happened?
