Distant Fallacy || 13 Reasons Why [ 2 ]

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" I don't know anyonewho can turn what's happened into a neat little story. "

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It'd been days since anyone had seen Bailey, she'd disappeared off the face of the earth after her father had pulled her from that cliff. The only reason why no one was panicking was due to the daily texts she sent Tony to let him know she was ok. But, she never told him where she was. Truth be told, she'd gone to LA by herself to get away for a while, to be reminded of Justin in a good way; of their trip there that seemed like so long ago. The only person who knew where she was, was her father.

But, when Clay had sent her the details for Justin's funeral, she'd come home and hidden herself away inside her childhood home; never leaving her room. Bailey stared at herself in her mirror, eyes set on the black dress she wore; the very one that'd been at Drew's and Jeff's funerals, as well as Monty's, Bryce's and Hannah's. She hated it. She hated it because of all the funerals it'd gone through.

She blinked at her reflection, running her hands over her dress before she turned to grab Justin's jersey from her bed. She pulled it over her head, pressing her lips together as the faint smell of his cologne stuck to the fabric. She blinked away her tears, letting out a long breath to rid of them again. Her hands dragged her hair out from under the fabric before she turned away, reaching for the door so she could leave after snatching a piece of paper from her desk.

Her father had already left for the church, as had Jenny and Harris after they'd stopped by to see if she wanted them to take her. So, silent, the house sat as she moved through it. She shut the front door to her house, walking down to her car. Though, she paused when she found a familiar face leaning against the side of it in her own black dress. Her face crumbled at the sight of Kat, drawing in a shaky breath before she whimpered.

'Come here, baby girl,' Kat opened up her arms.

She ran at her, throwing her arms around her neck before she began to sob into her shoulder. Kat held the back of her head, talking to her softly as she kissed her cheek; a quiet shhing sounding as she held her.

'I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner,' Kat whispered; 'I'm so sorry, Bay.'

They stood there for a few minutes, Kat holding her best friend before she released her; wiping her cheeks. She nodded to her with a sad smile, taking the keys from her hand to unlock the car. Bailey rounded the car to slide into the passenger seat, Kat starting the engine before reversing out of the driveway. They drove in silence, the radio playing quietly between them until they pulled up in one of the few spots left outside the church.

Bailey avoided anyone who tried to talk to her, walking past the football team and her friends, Kat letting her get away as she followed after her. She slowly walked down the aisle, her eyes set on the casket at the front of the room. And she wondered to herself, how did one fit someone's entire life into a simple casket? She'd never been able to answer the question, not with any funeral she'd been to. It was simple decor, candles standing tall as they burnt; a simple banner hanging from it with gold embellishments. She came to stand right in front of the wooden box, her fingertip running over the shiny surface.