I haven't spoke to Harry since then, and it's been a week after I ended things with him.
I gazed at my tired self through the mirror as I adjusted my black tie. I didn't bother to fix my hair since it was going to be messed up by the strong wind outside anyway.
Lottie appeared by the door, wearing a sad smile. Our eyes met through the mirror, and I returned the same smile.
Other than Harry, it's also been a week since our mother passed, and today was her funeral service. After taking one last look at myself, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and headed out with Lottie by my side.
The atmosphere was gloomy in the small chapel. Sounds of people sobbing could be heard, especially from the ones who were actually close to my mother.
Both my hands were occupied by my siblings' hands, and I squeezed them gently before the service started.
I didn't go up to say the words I needed to say to my mother, because I believed it was meant to be personal. I could talk to her alone. I didn't need these people to listen to what I've got to say.
Lottie went up, though, but she managed to hold back her tears.
"It breaks me knowing she wouldn't be there for my wedding," She said. "And it breaks me more knowing she's really gone. Our only parent that raised us up all by herself... is really gone."
I couldn't bear to listen to the others anymore, because my mind was blurry and my head hurt so badly. My chest tightened, but this time it was more painful.
After the service, a few men came to move the casket to the burial ground. My little sisters cried, then, and Lottie and I tried our best to stay strong.
The pastor said a few prayers, and we were allowed to give my mother one last goodbye. When it was my turn, a teardrop fell from the corner of my eye when I leaned to give her a kiss on the forehead. With a little bit of make-up, she looked as if she was only sleeping.
"I love you," I whispered. "Have a good rest."
After everything was done, her coffin was buried. I watched as people hugged Lottie and my other siblings before I walked away to a nearby shade. I didn't like speaking to those people. They seemed fake. Some were genuine, though, but I really needed to be alone right now.
I decided to check my phone, and unsurprisingly, there were no notifications. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shoved the device back into my pocket.
Who was I kidding?
He's gone.
No more random calls.
No more.
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