Nikki and I flew to London a few days later. I would have probably been against coming with him, or raised hell for the hotel fucking up our reservations and ended up having an ex-couple like us in a room together, but who could be angry at a time like this?
Besides, the room has 2 beds, so its not like its the worst thing to happen.
I sighed as I looked in the mirror, smoothing down my dress.
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(Picture: Mallory's funeral look)
I kept my make up subtle and light.
Last time I was at a funeral was for my grandmother. I was only 12. She had a heart attack. Was probably the only family member in my family who gave a flying crap about me and my happiness.
Now I'm attending a funeral that no one should ever be expected to attend.
A boyfriend/girlfriend's funeral.
Whether the love would have lasted or not, it doesn't matter. At the moment, it can really fucking hurt, especially if the deceased was a really good person to many and the other.
Razzle was a good person. Yeah, he partied just as hard as any rockstar, but he wasn't an asshole. He always bought everyone's spirits up, was ready to just enjoy the next day anyway he could and he cared a lot for his friends.... He cared for me
I sighed as I spotted a Polaroid of us both during one of our dates, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
He was too young.... He still had so much left to see in life, to experience.
I rather he had just been injured a bit like Vince was, because at least he'd be alive and here.... But I guess the universe had another plans.
I sniffled as I pressed the picture against my chest, feeling tears fall as I looked out the window.
I suddenly hear a knock at the door and turn to see Nikki stood at the door, already in a black suit, hair somewhat teased.
"Cab's almost here..." he said.
I gulped, wiping my tears away, and nodded. "I'll be right out..."
He nodded, standing hesitantly before walking out.
I sighed as I took a final look at the mirror, adjusting my funeral veil and hat.
I wish you were here...
***
I watched as Andy, Sami, Nasty, Michael, one of Razzle's cousin's and Nikki carried the coffin through the cemetary.
I walked closely behind with Razzle's mother, father and sister, his sister and I under a black umbrella as we walked, rain softly falling.
We had talked for a while, and they only wish we had met under better circumstances. Razzle did manage to tell them about me when he was alive.
