Waiting On Your Lips |Geraskier High School AU| COMPLETED

Funeral For The Ages

(AUTHOR'S NOTE:The picture would not fucking post in the same area as the video and it pissed me off because the video posted but not the picture I spent forever making)
(Edit: The photo won't post at all so I don't know what the fuck is wrong with Wattpad right now but it was supposed to be Jaskier's funeral outfit. I will post a link in the comments for anyone who wants to see it and hopefully next time I turn on my computer it will post on the actual story. Thank you all so very much for reading and remember, you cannot kill a fictional character unless you write a story where they die.)
(EDIT: I FINALLY FUCKING DID IT, I POSTED THE FUCKING PICTURE)

Jaskier's POV:

The next couple of days drag on slowly and I barely remember going for the preparations of the funeral. Every conversation is a blur and the days nearly blend together. I probably would have stayed in my new room all week if Geralt hadn't managed to coax me out for food. He and Ciri provided great amounts of much needed comfort in the days leading up to the funeral and made sure I was safe. The day of the funeral finally arrived and I found myself very reluctant to leave the warmth of my bed.

I buried myself further under the covers, still trying to deny that my mother was gone. I didn't want to bury her, she should've lived so much longer.

"Jaskier, come on," Geralt's soft voice brought me from my thoughts. I felt him pulling away the covers and pulling me to sit up. "I know it's hard but you have to. What were you planning to wear?" I pointed to a small pile of folded clothes sitting on top of the dresser across the room. Geralt helped me get dressed, knowing I would've stalled as much as possible on my own if he didn't. He had been helping me do small and basic tasks for the past few days as I had suddenly shut down and wouldn't take care of myself.

Once he had finished dressing me he brought me over to the vanity and fixed my hair while humming Oats We Sow by Gregory and the Hawk. I felt calm and peaceful, no bad thoughts running through my mind for once. Geralt finished fixing my hair and pulled me along into the living room where Ciri was waiting on the couch. She was wearing a black babydoll dress, black tights and black combat boots. Her hair was curled and had a loose braided crown and had a few dandelions delicately placed. I sat down next to her and we waited for Geralt to get ready as well. While he was getting ready there was a knock at the door and Ciri answered. She came back with Yennefer and Triss behind her, both dressed in black as well.

"Jaskier before you get mad I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted a few days ago. I know I've been a bitch to you but let me make it up to you," Yennefer said, getting closer to me but refraining from touching me. I decided it was better to forgive and forget and nodded, holding my arms out for a hug that she gladly accepted. "I'm so sorry for everything." We hugged for a moment before she let go and sat down next to Ciri. Triss gave me a silent hug as well and sat on the arm rest beside me. Geralt came down a few moments later dressed in a black suit and tie, his hair partially tied back with dandelions also weaved into a few strands.

"Is everyone ready?" he asked, looking at the four of us. We all nodded and followed him out to the car. Geralt and I were up front while the girls were all in the back seat.

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The service was nice, exactly how she would have wanted it. Many of her coworkers and friends attended, offering me their condolences and numbers. I even went up and talked about how wonderful of a mom she had been, even when she was working constantly she had still managed to be there for me. It was hard to talk about her in front of people I hardly knew but I did it anyways because Geralt and Ciri said it would be good for me to remember what I loved about her.

Watching my mother being buried was one of the hardest things I had done today and I had done a lot of things hard for me. After the burial those closest to my mom went to the apartment. Some people had brought food and drinks and someone brought a couple of games. I went to her room and sat on the bed, looking around at the walls. She painted them herself, stars and dandelions on a pretty navy blue background. There were glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, they made her feel calmer. I sat there for a little while, listening to the soft talking and game playing. I heard a gentle knock at the doorway and looked up to see an old family friend. She came over and sat next to me, looking around at the room.

"She really loved her stars and dandelions, huh?" she said softly. I nodded and leaned against her. She gave me a side hug and tried her best to comfort me. "The outfit you chose for her was lovely. Reminded me of our high school years. When she said she was pregnant with you I didn't believe it. She was so happy to be having a kid despite how young she was."

"Gale? What was she like in high school?" I asked

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We spent a while talking about my mom before Geralt came in, saying others were wondering where I went. I spent the rest of the evening talking to people about my mom and who she was. Everyone had something nice to say about her and many had mountains of stories of her kindness. It just went to show that she was unfairly taken away from us.

By the time 8:00 rolled around many of the guests had left to go back to their families. The only people left were Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, Triss, Gale, Cade, and a couple of my mom's coworkers who lived alone. We all cleaned up any messes other guests may have left and made sure the apartment looked good enough for a viewing later this week. By the time we were finished it was just the people I felt I was closest with.

"We could probably keep some of the leftovers for tomorrow," Geralt said, sitting on the couch with me. I instantly leaned into his side, worn out emotionally and physically.

"We can take some of the leftovers, too. There's quite a lot, surprisingly," Gale said, petting my hair a little before going to the kitchen. Cade had been silent the whole time, just staring at me and my friends. I had nearly forgotten he was there until now, when he finally decided to say something.

"Why couldn't it have been you?" he asked, staring right at me before following his mom to the kitchen. I tried not to let it bother me, Cade had always been this way with me. He was a little older than me and was very close to my mom before I was born. She was like a second mother to him and had disliked me the moment I was born. He had always hoped my mother would be having a daughter because he wanted something close to a little sister to protect. Instead he got me and was so disappointed that by the time I was old enough to remember and understand what people were saying to me, and probably before that, he constantly told me how much he wished I was dead. He'd often tell me to kill myself whenever he saw me and would always try to drive my mom away from me. After dad died Gale had stopped visiting and bringing Cade because she had her own marriage problems and work had gotten more stressful. Really I think it was because of the affair she was having with my dad at the time. I hadn't heard from Cade or Gale for years until now. Mom had stopped talking about them and had stopped calling them, cut off all contact entirely.

"Jas," Geralt said softly, bringing me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw him looking at me with a worried gaze. He didn't have to say anything for me to know what he wanted. He wanted to know if I was okay and if he should do something about what Cade said.

"Cade has always been like that with me. I'm fine," I lied. I wasn't fine but I wasn't going to let Geralt get involved with someone I was never going to see again after today. Gale and Cade were moving to LA after this, looking for a new start. They wanted to get away from all the people who didn't like them and for that I was grateful. Geralt didn't seem convinced but dropped it anyways and held me closer. I was just so ready for this day to end. I didn't want to see this house anymore.

It hurts.