Never Ending Floyd

Epologue

Jai's POV

The day of Floyd's funeral was overwhelming.

It had been a week since her death, and I left my room only twice. I didn't want to face the world. I hated the world. I didn't know what to do with life anymore.

I had cried most days, whenever the mention of Floyd was brought up, or whenever I had thought about her. Floyd was so pale when she died, but she was as beautiful as ever.

Lindi didn't even get to say goodbye, and she took it extremely hard. Maybe even as hard as me. We haven't talked much, maybe because we both remind each other of her.

God, I loved her so fucking much.

Ever since her death, I looked sick, even though I wasn't. I had thrown up when she died, but I think it was because it was just too overwhelming.

I had become this person I didn't even know anymore.

I was depressed all the time, I didn't leave my room, and I didn't talk to anyone. I was lost without her.

I quickly slip on my black tux, and gel my hair back. I hadn't cared too much about my appearance lately.

"Jai, honey?" my mother walks in.

"Yeah?" I ask quietly.

"It's almost time to go." she whispers.

I nod slightly, before looking back in the mirror, fixing my bow tie. My mom hesitantly walks up to me. I look at her briefly.

Without a word, she pulls me into a tight hug. I'm surprised at first, but I needed a hug. I really did.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she whispers. "You really loved her didn't you?"

I nod slowly, looking down. "Y-Yes."

She kisses my forehead, before heading to my bedroom door. Once she gets to the door, she turns around to look at me. "She loved you too."

She leaves my room, and I sigh.

I miss her so fucking much.

I slip on my black Vans, and walk out of my room. I step into the vehicle, and wait for my mom.

I hated vehicles.

I hadn't even touched one since the accident, and I really didn't want to.

"I miss you." I whisper, as I look up.

I hoped she could hear me. My window was rolled down, and I felt a soft breeze. I smiled slightly, hoping that was a sign from Floyd, saying that she loved me too.

"Okay," my mom enters the car. "You ready?"

I nod, and we pull out of the driveway. She was wearing a medium-length gray dress, and her hair was up in a small bun. I stare out my window intently, and get flashbacks of the car crash.

(Play My Love by Sia right now.)

She smiles at me, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" I chuckle.

"Nothing." she giggles.

"Tell me." I pout.

"I-It's nothing, I just love you. A lot." she smiles.

"I love you too." I reply genuinely.

I did love her, more than anything.

"Floyd!" Thea's scream echoes throughout the car.