Chapter 11
I stood in front of all the people who's mourning for both Cassandra and Lyndon's death where I was asked to recite my last message for Cassandra, while Colton recites for Lyndon.
I can't do this.
I really can't.
But I'll try. At that thought, I held back the tears.
Holding the mic tightly, I started, "Before anything else, I'd like all of you to know that I'm not good at speeches," this made some of the audiences chuckle. "I once met this girl who gave me strength and was here through my ups and downs. She's always been that big sister to me," I said while my voice trailed off. "She was someone I could share with everything, a shoulder to cry on and especially my home."
I stated all the memories we've shared together and how a great woman Cassandra was.
I wasn't able to hold back the tears and I was crying all throughout my speech, that they almost didn't understand me, though I was also trying to enlighten up the mood and I tried laughing a bit.
It was now time for Colton to say his speech, now for Lyndon, he stood up his from chair and his jaw tightened. I know he feels the same way.
"How would you imagine a world without your best friend?" He started.
His eulogy was short, but it hit me to the bones. He was really good in doing all the talking. Should I mention that this made me cry even more? There I said it.
After we said all our eulogies, Cassandra and Lyndon's family and friends, the pastor stood up and recited a prayer for Cassandra and Lyndon.
The time their coffin was about to be buried, I tried to be the strongest version of myself as I clung on to Colton's arm tightly. Tears kept streaming down on my face and small squeaks escaped from my mouth. While Colton's expression remained straight, I could still read the grief in his eyes.
Here's to a great guy, Lyndon, I'll miss your random puns and cheesy lines, I swear I do. You may now rest. And I know you'll be guiding us up there. I smiled at the thought.
Cassandra, I will never ever forget all the things you've done for me. You made me myself and I can never repay you for that. I love you so much, beautiful. Rest in peace, angel. I let go of the white balloon I was holding as I thought of this.
Smiling, I looked up to the sky as if they heard my thoughts.
***
A few hours had passed after their burial, it felt like something big was weighed off my chest. I knew that I cried all my tears out when I was supposed to.
Right now Colton and I are sitting on the edge of a cliff, late in the afternoon watching the sun set. He brought me here for no reason, I guess the both of us are already fond of sunsets.
The view of the sunset breathtaking, it always is, but it reminds me of Cassandra and Lyndon's love. The pink sky reminds me of how they fell deeply in love with each other, and how they always will. I smiled again. I'll never forget the both of you.
"What are you thinking about?" It's about time you spoke, idiot.
"The view reminds me of them and how they will always love each other," I spoke softly.
"Love, huh?" He let out soft chuckle.
"What about it?" I asked
"I should ask you, what about it?"
"It's amazing. You never felt it since you're a cold hearted jerk," I joked. "And a playboy."
"Woah there, princess, jealous?" He smirked.
"Where did that even come from?" I punched his arm. Okay, I never expected it to be so hard. But it's Colton, so.
"Ouch?" He feigned hurt.
"Shut up," I shushed.
"It's almost dark, let's go," he grabbed my arm and help me stood up.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
On the way home, Colton drove us to McDonald's for a drive thru.
"Geez, I never expected you to be such a glutton," Colton grimaced. "And really? McDonald's?"
"Will you stop complaining? You're already watching me eat and I still don't mind, plus it's yummy, who cares?" I said with my mouth full.
"Never expected you to be so hungry at this time, sorry I thought you starve yourself to be thin," he teased.
"You're so annoying," I glared at him. "And excuse me, I gym every other day."
"Hey, I paid for your food," he reminded. "Oh, damn."
"So? Want me to puke it on your face, pervert?" I snapped.
"Can't help it, you're hot," he winked.
I grimaced and moved to the farthest place my seat could reach, "One fucking move and you'll die."
He laughed, "As if, you're not even my type."
"Yeah because you like slutty girls," I smirked.
"No, I just don't like brats," he smirked back.
"Jerk," I muttered.
"What?"
"I said you're a jerk!" I snapped at him again.
"Thanks, your compliment is much appreciated," he chuckled lightly.
"Take me home!" I demanded.
"What home?" He said as he moved closer to me.
"Geez, stop it! Eyes on the road, pervert," I grimaced at him.
"I told you you're not my type."
I didn't answer him and acted like I was looking for something.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
I looked up at him and smiled, "searching for fucks to give."
"Damn, you got me right there."
"Loser."
"We're here." He said as his car stopped at the gate of the mansion I live in.
"Ugh," I groaned. "I'm here again."
"Just say it babe, you'll be missing me when I'm gone," he chuckled.
"What the heck? Bye, creep," I quickly hopped of his car.
"Hey, Zachary?" I called.
He opened the car's window, "yeah?"
"Ijustwannasaythanks."
He smirked, "what? I don't understand."
"I-i-i,"
"Say it again," he said, while smiling deviously.
"I-i-i-i just... I-i-i-i...," still could not make up the words to say, I tried again, "I just wanna.... S-s-ay t-t-thanks." I smiled weakly.
He grinned a genuine grin, "you're welcome, baby girl,"
"Baby what?!"
And just after that, he sped off.
Jerk.
***
HIIIIII I'M FINALLY BACK!!!!!!
I'm on my summer vacation. My Senior life got so hectic that I didn't find any time to update this story. I'm so so so sorry to have left you guys hanging.
I'm going to college in June so expect me to be busier. Please do wish me luck.
Thanks for everything guys!The last time I told you about myself was during my badminton competition, and I got the silver medal! Yay, okay I just wanted to share.
I'll try to update again tomorrow but now I have a writer's block and it's midnight.
I love and appreciate you all.
Cessy
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