He is... Perfection ( carter reynolds fanfic)

Ch.35

Ch.35

Harley's pov

It's been three days since my mother's death and today is her funeral. I've shut everyone out these last three days. I haven't ate anything and I don't get out of bed unless I have to go to the bathroom. Carter has been staying at our house. He checks on me every few hours.

I slide out of bed to get ready. I drag my feet to my closet. I grab my black lace dress. I slip it on and put on black heels. I walk over to my vanity. I put on concealer, eos and some mascara. I don't really know why, I'm going to cry it off anyway. I pick up my purse and sit on the bed for a minute.

Mom, why did you have to go? I miss you so much.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door opening.

"Ready?" Carter asks.

"I guess" I sniffle.

We walk to the car with Aj, Addi and my dad. The whole car ride was silent. We arrive at the funeral home with in 15 minutes.

We walk to the front and I take a seat next to Carter. The funeral starts and Carter holds my hand the whole time. Then it's my turn to talk.

I step up to the podium. I take a deep breath in and out.

"My mother and I were really close when I was little. We used to play dress up together and all the other things mothers and daughters do together. Then when I was around seven, she would go off with my dad to motor cycle conventions. I would be left with my brother and Mary, the maid. I would get to see my mom every few months for a short amount of time. Then we started drifting apart. And I miss the way we used to play together."

"I stayed in the hospital holding her hands for hours on end. I went out for a short break. I came back and she was already gone," I sniffle " And what kills me is that, I never got to say goodbye" I sob.

I sit back down next to Carter. I cry into his shoulder.

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An hour later and the funeral is over. Everyone but my family, Carter and some of the funeral home workers have left. They are about to close her casket.

I step in front of it. I look at her pale, lifeless body. Her eyes are closed and her lips are pursed together. She is wearing a light pink dress and a pearl necklace. We decided to keep her wedding ring on her. I hold her hand and say my goodbye.

"I'm going to miss you mom" I cry.

They close the casket and I step away. That's the last time I'll ever see her.

We step out of the funeral home. I start walking toward the park.

"Harley, aren't you coming" Aj speaks.

"I'll meet you at home later. I'm going to take a walk" I reply.

I make my way to the old swings my mom used to push me on. I sit down on one and place my feet on the ground. I swing softly for hours.