As Ali fell to the floor, a sea of tears falling from her eyes Dawson ran through. He asked deeply concerned "What's happened? Ali breathe, calm down, tell me what's wrong.". Ali managed to get some words out, "Morgue, released Maya. Funeral next week. View body tomorrow." As Dawson slowly understood what was happening he too collapsed to the floor.
Maya watched them from the corner wishing she could reach through the void, just enough to hold them and tell them it will all be okay. That she will try to come back.
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As Dawson, Ali and Mrs and Mr Taylor walked into the funeral parlour, her Mrs Taylor handed Mayas beautiful navy blue wedding dress to the funeral director as they were directed to a room. They entered quietly as if they were avoiding waking her. A few moments later they emerged, their cheeks stained with tears and their hearts in their hands.
They sat at a big round table and made plans for the funeral. They settled on a blue casket with rose gold handles and a red rose to be painted on the top of it.
After the parlour there next stop was the flower shop where they ordered flowers for the funeral and grave. They met with the kitchen staff at the hall they were having the wake and made plans.
When they parted ways they all went home to the emptiness of their homes.
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The funeral car pulled up outside Maya and Dawson's home, the family came out and silently got into the car. The drive to the funeral was long and painful, but the funeral was worse. It was filled with sadness and pain, a heartache that no one understands, a longing for her, to feel her hug you, to hear her voice. Many people stepped up to the podium sharing heartfelt and sentimental memories which they shared with her. How Maya light up the world around her and brought happiness to everyone she met.
Silent tears fell down her face as Maya listened to the happy memories from the corner of the hall. Smiling through the tears as she listened to Dawson telling their story and sharing his love for her. As the final song played Maya faded, until the next time someone needed her presence.
The burial was full of tears as she was laid to rest with felicia amelloides, which are blue daisies. And the wake full of heavy hearts. The night of the funeral was a hard one, as the grieving family and friends went home with a feeling of emptiness in their hearts that they thought will never be filled.
As Dawson slept that night he dreamed vividly of Maya in a white room, with a woman. The woman, a goddess with long blonde hair and a long flowing gold dress, with a diamond belt with GOL in the middle in black diamonds, and a silver tiara full of pink roses on her head. He woke up in a cold sweat. Little did he know, he had dreamt of what was happening in the realm of Nova.
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We Are The Roses
Teen FictionWe are the roses. We bloom, We die, We come back. Will love last past one season? Or will it cease to exist when we pass? Is love strong enough to save you? TW.... This story has a theme of death. Now a published book.
