Luke Wilson sat at the back of the room praying someone would wake him up from the nightmare he was living. That nothing that he was seeing was real. He could hardly hold back his emotions while holding a box of tissues and a In Loving Memory of Meg Wright bulletin in his hand. He had lost his girlfriend and his other half. They had talked about forever, planned a wedding, picked their children's names, and the worst part was it was all his fault. He was the one texting her when she wrecked... the texted could have waited. Now she suffers the permanent sufferage for it. After realizing he had drifted off again in thought he noticed he was even closer to the casket that Meg was resting in. The smell of arranged flowers and strong perfume was overwhelming. There was something unsettling about the funeral home. Maybe it was the pink lights over the casket or the strange chairs all perfectly aligned. Or maybe it was that his girlfriend was laying only four feet away from him dead. As he inched closer to the casket he felt eyes on the back of his head. It was Meg's parents staring at him with discontent and teary eyes. He couldn't believe quit honestly that he was even invited. Meg's parents never cared for him much anyways. Now he was standing right in front of her mahogany casket. The funeral directors had worked extremely hard on covering any bruises or imperfections she had. She was more beautiful than ever. He could envision her breathing again and belting out that humorous laugh she had. But slowing realizing he would never get that back he whispered I'm sorry in a quivering tone turned to her father shook his hand and walked very steadily to his truck.
