Soul Savior

Chapter III. Funerals and Aftermaths

Weeks later, Cruz and I clung to each other again at my dad’s funeral. I don’t think either of us heard what was being said about him, and neither of us could manage to say anything about him either.

People tried to console me, but both of our ears were deaf to their words. We didn’t even realize it was over until we were guided over to a car. As someone came to bring Cruz to her family’s limo, my grip on her tightened. I couldn’t say anything. All the crying had basically closed up my throat, so I whined in protest. I assume they did the same, because their servant left for a little and came back to usher us both into my family’s limo.

The drive was probably somber and quiet, but Cruz and I had both fallen asleep shortly after getting in the car, and after our sobbing had gone down a bit.

When we woke up, we were in my room and the both of us had gotten headaches from all the crying we did.

“Calixta, do you feel okay?” Cruz groaned, rubbing their head.

“Other than a splitting headache, yeah. You?”

“Physically, the same. What about your heart though?”

“... Broken into a million pieces.”

“Me too… Your dad was kinda like my dad, too. That’s probably something terrible to say to you, and I know I can’t possibly feel worse than you, but… still... “

“it’s okay. He was a great king. He was both of our fathers, Cruz.” Our voices wavered, and I held her hand tightly. She tightly held on back, and we tried to force ourselves to not cry.

Deciding I need to walk things off, I got up and started to head for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To ask a maid for a headache pill.”

“I’ll come too.”

I didn’t object, and they got up and grabbed my hand. Together we made our way down the stairs, and found a maid.

“Please get us medicine for our headaches, and some water.” Cruz asked.

“Of course, your Grace.” The maid nodded and quickly went off, and so we went back to my room.

When we returned, we found a suitcase by the foot of the bed. We opened it to find various clothes, which belonged to Cruz.

“Well, with these here, can I stay for a while?” They asked.

I hugged her tightly. “Of course, I’d actually prefer it. I… I don’t really want to have to sleep by myself after this.”

She hugged me back, then got up and turned on the TV.

“Let’s watch a movie? A happy one, since, you know, since it’s not a technology induced headache, and I think if we cry anymore, we’re going to have to cry our own blood.”

I nodded. “You choose, I’ll change.”

So they put in a movie, an animated one from our childhood. After we had both changed into pajamas, as it was already sunset, and we were certain we didn’t have to interact with anyone besides the help, we heard a knock on the door.

“I have the pills.”

“Come in.” We both called, and the maid came in placing a few snacks, water, and the pills, which were all on a plate, on a bedside table.

“Thank you.”

She nodded a ‘you’re welcome’, and left.

We watched the movie after snacking and taking the pills, but somewhere after half through the movie, we fell asleep, exhausted.