Holding hands.

chapter 9

The week after I got out of the hospital, it was Leah's funeral. I checked myself in the mirror and gently tweaked my hair. I wore a black dress that went down to my knees. There was a knock on the door and I went and opened. It was Jonathan. He smiled at me gloomily. I followed him out to his car and we drove to the funeral. When we got there, I saw the white coffin surrounded with several bunches of flowers under a tree that started getting yellow leaves. There were white chairs set back from the coffin where all associates would sit.

We met Brent and his family and went to the place where everything would be. We met Leah's parents that got a lot of "sorry for your loss," and "She was too young."

"How are you?" Brent asked me when we were sitting down in the front row next to Leah's parents.

"I just can not believe it happened." I said quietly. He put his hand comfortingly on my thigh and said it would be okay.

The ceremony began and it was really beautiful. Then it was time for me to keep my commemorative speech. I place myself behind the casket and looked down on Leah.

She looked so innocent as she lay there with her eyes closed. The dark hair was brushed and her hands were lying on top of her belly and embraced a sweet little bouquet of flowers that one of the smaller children at the funeral had picked. They had been powdering and took foundation on her face, so she wouldn't looked so pale. It made ​​her look like she was sleeping there in her pink prom dress. We decided that it was the one she would get buried in it because we knew how much she loved it. How much she had wanted to wear it in autumn dance. My heart ached when I thought of how much she had been dreaming of the autumn dance and then would never go on it.

"There are memories that I will always have with me. Not that they are important, but because you are in them. Leah. If only we'd had a second chance, it may have been different. But our chances are gone. And it breaks my heart in shambles. But thanks to you, I can pick up the shambles again and continue walking and follow a melody that I have never heard. And even if you have stopped singing, I remember the lyrics by heart. And I will continue the song for you. But this is where we go to our separate ways. And who knows when we'll meet again. If I could take your place from you, I would have done it. But I can't. Because the world is just so unfair. We live in a spoiled world that takes what it wants, when it wants to. But I do not want it to be so. I want you to live. And I will not say goodbye. That has never really been our thing. But I will thank you. For all strength. All faith. And all joy. You have no idea what a life of luxury I've lived when I got to be your friend. Thank you. ", I said with tears that slowly rolled down my cheeks. I could not talk without all the memories came to me as quick pictures in my head.

I saw a flower that had fallen out of one of the bouquets on the ground. I took it up slowly and walked to the coffin. I put it gently the flower into the small bouquet Leah was holding. Gently I put my hand on her cheek. It was so cold. I bent down and gently kissed her forehead.

"Thank you ..." I whispered quietly.

The ceremony was over and I was sitting on a chair in front of the mirror. I could not see me. Not the real me. All I could see was the blue gray eyes that me and Leah had. And all the memories of Leah and me. It brought me out in tears.

I do not know what happened after that. But I was fully aware that I wanted to go. I got up and walked out of my house. I did not put on some shoes. And no jacket either, even though it had started to get dark and it was pretty cold outside. I just wanted to leave. Although I didn't run. I went quietly. I went in about ten minutes. Then I was there. The street near my neighborhood. The street where we had hit the car. The street wasn't in use anymore and would remain so because of the rapid turn you must do if you want to come to my neighborhood this way. And that was why we had crashed. Partly because Leah wasn't checking the road. But also partly because the other car had arrived hurriedly from where we can not place it.

I stood there in the street, barefoot and cold. But it did not bother me.

There still remained some glass splinters on the way, but I managed to be there without getting any glass in my bare feet. I took up a big sherd of glass and held it in my hand. There was a little dried blood on it.

I looked in front of me. That was where the silver car had arrived. I saw it again. The car that suddenly came out of nowhere and how we then drove straight into it.

I cried. Tears ran rapidly down my cheeks. I shouted. I was so angry that Leah was taken away from me.

It was when I saw a dark spot in the middle of the street where I stood. I understood what it was. It was there Leah had been laying when I got her out of the car. And the blood that had come from her chest had formed a stain on the asphalt. And I had been lying there beside her.

I lay down gently where Leah had laid with the big glass sherd in my hand.

"She's been like this", I thought. "Dead, without me knowing."

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