It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Ninety-Four

I stand next to Michael just feet away from Ryan's casket with his lifeless body in it.

Michael is wearing a red buttoned-up shirt, black pants, black hat, dark sunglasses and a black coat. I just wore a black dress with a big black coat over it.

Jeanne hasn't moved away from the casket since the funeral started. It's really heartbreaking. I know how she feels though.

Michael clears his throat, "Did you take your medication today?" He softly asks me.

My eyes widen. Damn. "I forgot this morning. I'll take it later today." I softly say.

Michael sighs in disappointment, "You need to take your medication, Mia. It's absolutely important for you. I don't want you to fall ill." He says to me.

I gulp. Ever since Ryan passed, Michael has been on about my health and how I am. Michael is a sweetheart and he cares either way but he's been on the edge for me about this. I think he doesn't want me to leave, to die, you know? I can't control when I do leave. I'm still going fine but Ryan's death sure has been in fright. It can just happen, you know? This can easily happen to me in the future and I can tell Michael is so scared for me.

"I know, dear." I quietly say back.

Michael sniffles, wiping his eyes.

I haven't seen him this upset in ages either. Once Jeanne and Ryan came over for dinner and Ryan told his mother, right at the table, "Mom when I die, don't put me in a suit and tie. I don't want to be in a suit and tie. Put me in a Oshkosh jeans and a T-shirt." That haunted Michael. He had to excuse himself to use the restroom and I knew what he was doing. I walked into the bathroom and found him crying his eyes out.

It's times like these we need each other the most. I wasn't close to Ryan but this breaks me. Michael was close to Ryan so this breaks him even more.

I hate seeing him like this.

"We should go take our seat. I think Jeanne will be there in a moment." He tells me, taking a hold of my hand.

The service is coming close to an end.

I nod, simply following Michael towards the front of the church.

Elton John takes his seat in front of a beautiful grand piano.

Michael and I sit down. Not long after we sit, Jeanne sits beside Michael with her tissues.

Turn me loose from your hands..

Let me fly to distant lands.

Michael holds onto my hand, squeezing it tightly.

I look over at him as tears start to fall.

Over green fields, trees and mountains

Flowers and forest fountains..

Home along the lanes of the sky way

I furrow my eyebrows as more tears fall down from my eyes.

For this dark and lonely room

Projects a shadow cast in gloom

And my eyes are mirrors

Of the world outside

Thinking of the way

That the wind can turn the tide