We entered through the back door, avoiding the crowd.
My father urged me to speak at my mother's service. "Just say a few words," he said. What he didn't understand was that right now, I could barely remember how to breathe, let alone speak.
I shook my head, averting my gaze down to my hands in my lap. I listened to the chorus of sniffles, sobs, and noses being blown. They cried because they lost Jayne Hart, the novelist. Why was I finding it so hard to cry when I'd lost so much more? Along with everything else, it seemed my tear ducts were broken, too.
When we left for the cemetery, the skies were weeping. I almost smiled at the thought of how cliché this felt as a streak of people with black umbrellas walked to their cars. My mother had written a scene similar to this for her book. It was like the pages were torn straight out of her novel and turned into reality. I silently hoped she was smiling, wherever she was.
* * *
The rain had slowed, tiny glass droplets falling in quiet whispers. I stood next to the gaping hole in the ground, my eyes fixated on the dark soil. My stomach clenched and unclenched. An uneasy feeling settled in my bones as I thought of my mother sleeping alone in the dark. Wouldn't it be hard to breathe down there?
My father broke down as they lowered my mother in the mud. His wife sniffled as she rubbed his back, leaning her head against his arm. Little Gabe huddled between them, his eyes full of confusion. My father reached out to me, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side. I stiffened as his hand squeezed my arm.
I pulled away from his grip, taking a step closer to the open grave. I leaned down, my palm resting against the wet soil. “Why did you have to go?” I asked in a whisper. “And why did you take my heart with you, but leave the rest of me behind?”
A flicker of anger ignited in my chest. My hand clenched into a fist, the wet earth staining my skin. I swallowed past the lump in my throat as I stood. I turned, walking away from my mother without uttering goodbye.
Author's Note: I added a picture to the right of what Lyla wore to her mom's funeral. :) Please tell me what you think<3 -Shahira
|Victoria Justice||as Lyla Carter|
|Chace Crawford||as Mase Dean|
|Max Page||as Gabe Carter|
|Ariana Grande||as Scarlett Starr|
|Tiffany Thornton||as Tracy Hamilton|