"God works in mysterious ways," Father Justin said. " God gives us life, but we are mortal, therefore life is borrowed. Father Justin was looking at me. It was a look of sympathy. I wanted to cry, but the tears didn't come. "We are here to mourn the death of Mr. and Mrs. Wright and to come to terms that we will not be back. Their journey in this world is has ended." Tears began to well in my eyes. I have come to the realization I will never see them again. Ever. It hit me like a freight train. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, taking whatever eye make-up I was wearing with them. Never again will I be able to hear their voices, or tell them I love them. I wish that I never told them to go out that night. The thought is unbearable. It's my fault they're gone. " They have moved on and are now seated at the right hand of God. Please pay your final respects" He motioned toward my parents caskets. I sat there. My body wouldn't move. I didn't want to let them go.
"Go on Alice." Jamie wiped the make-up off of my cheeks.
"I can't let them go." My voice was shaking with every word.
"You don't have too. They are always with you" When she said that it made me feel worse, I just wanted them to be back. despite what I wanted to do I got up. Each step got heavier as I got closer. As I came upon the caskets I could barely control myself from having a mental breakdown. My make-up look something like starry night . I looked at my parents and thought to myself this is when they will wake up and it will all be a joke. I knew that wasn't going to happen but thought comforted me for a second. They looked like they were sleeping, peaceful even. I felt selfish for wanting them back
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Carry On
RomanceMy name is Alice Wright. My two best friends are Jamie Walker, and Alex shipmann. We are the outcasts. I met Alex and Jamie in my freshman year of high school. It is now my junior year and all i wanted to do is make it out alive. I have lots of home...
