Never Leaving Again (Katelyn × Reader)

Chapter 2

Naomi.
Tears poured down my face. I stepped forward with mom. "Mama was one of my heros. She was strong and independent. She didn't look for no one to help her like most princesses did in my books. Mama use to tell me that those princesses were stupidly smart. They were smart enough to go after what they wanted but not smart enough to go by themselves. They always needed a prince. Mama didn't need no prince. Mama said it was always better to stand up on your own two feet instead of waiting for someone else to do it. Maybe that's what I'm waiting for. For myself to stand up on my own two feet. I wish I had the courage mama had. I wish I could take a walk again. I-I....." I turn I to mom and started crying. Mom held me and squeezed me into her. Bushing my hair back.
Matthew.
I took it as my turn to step forward. So I did. I stared at the grave. And then words came out. Without my permission. And they were harsh. "You're a coward. How could you die like that?! It's unlike you! It's stupid! I hate it! You left us all in the misery! You could at least die in some noble way! We don't even have a body buried here! Who are we even talking too?!" I turned and saw mom staring at me like I was crazy. "We're all crazy. We're talking to no one. They didn't even get her body? What kind of funeral is this," I asked?! Jason stepped forward and glared at me. "If you really don't like it then you can leave Matt. No one is pressuring you to stay," he growled. "Fine I will." I turned and walked off. Angry. We're all stupid. For thinking that a few words will help us move on. Mom wasn't just a few words. She was fourteen years of my life. I don't want just a funeral. I want her back. I want a parade. I grumbled an kicked the ground. Angry at myself. Stupid man. Stupid. I don't know how long I have been walking. But slowly my anger has subsided. And I was just sitting on a bench when my phone ranged. Logan. "Hello," I asked? "Hey you alright? Jason told me what happened," Logan says.
(I changed it. Logan is Matt's boyfriend.)
"I'm fine," I state. "Where are you? I can come pick you up," Logan says. "On Main and King St." "I'll be there in thirty. And I expect to see you sitting there waiting for me," Logan says. "I'll be here," I tell him. "Good." I hang up and sit here. Waiting for him. Logan pulls up and I get in. Pulling up my hood. "Stop that. I don't like it when you wear your hood up," Logan complains. I glance at him but don't say anything. Logan pouts. "Did I do something wrong?" "No," I muttered quietly. "Then what is it," Logan asked? Rain started hitting the car. I watched the raindrops. It felt right with my mood. I felt twisted and sour. "They're all stupid. We went to her grave and they were going to talk to nobody," I state. Looking down and clenching my fists. "Babe..." I look up at him. "They're grieving. So are you." "Wasting a bunch of tears for an empty grave isn't grieving. And what if she's still alive. We didn't even get her body. I could've done something." A tear runs down my face and Logan is quick to wipe it. "It's not your fault babe. Nothing is your fault," he says. "It's not," I asked? He shakes his head no. "It never was and never will." I nod and fall quiet. Logan starts up the car and next thing I know is we're driving through the streets. My hand finds his in the middle of the council. We don't speak. I stare out the window until we come to my house. Logan stops the car. I turn to look at him. "Thanks," I mumbled. "Anytime. Do me a favor?" "What?" "Pull your hood down. Stop covering your beautiful face," Logan says. I roll my eyes and lean in to kiss him. Logan grins and pecks my lips. "I'll see you tomorrow." I nod and get out. Walking to my house. I go in and then watch Logan pull away. Mom is waiting for me. She doesn't look upset or anything. She's just waiting. "Do you still have the marble Matt," Mom asked quietly? I placed it down on the coffee table. "I'm sure Logan talked to you. I'm glad you're home," she says. I watch her stand up and go to the stairs. "Why aren't you screaming at me," I asked? "Do you want me to?" "N-no. But I want something. I need something from you. You been dead on us," I say. Mom sighs and bowed her head. "What more do you want me to say Matt? You're smart. I already told you it's not your fault. How many times do I have to say it for you to actually believe it isn't? You have nothing to do with any this related to her death," mom says. "Why do you take it so calmly? Aren't you angry," I asked? "If I was angry all the time Matt then I would get no where. But I expect this from you. (Y/n) was always angry about a lot of things," Mom says. She shakes her head and comes to walk towards me. "Matthew I'm only saying this because you need to hear it. Your mother knew she was dying. She might have told you but she knew. And she didn't want anyone to prevent it. Her death is no one's fault but her own. And as much as that hurts to hear that it's true. You couldn't prevent it. You can't help. We can't help. No matter how much we want to."

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