Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
By the time we pulled up to the funeral home, I felt ready to vomit once again.
Reece cut the engine and let out a breath. We sat in heavy silence for a moment. From the backseat, I could see Jessica's shoulders begin to shake. Reece placed a hand on her leg, then turned to me and Chris.
"Today's going to be tough. It's going to be sad. But we're going to go in there and we're going to get through it together, all right?" he said.
At the same time Chris squeezed my hand, he leaned forward to touch Jessica's shoulder. "We're here, Jessica. In it together," he murmured.
I followed and reached out to place my hand on Jessica's other shoulder as Reece took mine and Chris's conjoined hands. "Together," I whispered.
"Always," Jessica choked, holding her hands over ours.
And in the heavy silence, amongst the grief and the sadness, were threads of something precious.
Solidarity.
Love.
Friendship.
It was this that I tucked deep in my chest as we stepped out of the car and headed for the doors.
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I folded the piece of paper in half with a deep sigh and leaned my head back against the tiled wall. The invitation was slowly taken out of my grasp and replaced by a warm hand.
"Good job, Darce," Chris murmured, tugging me into an embrace. "You did it. You made it."
I sniffed and pulled back, patting an already soggy tissue to my nose. "That was really hard," I whimpered. Really fucking hard.
The funeral service was, to say the least, a blur of tears. Lots of tears.
From the speeches made, the stories told, and the pictures shown, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. I'd never seen so many people cry in my life. And that's okay. Because for us to grieve so deeply means that we loved her so dearly. And even if I felt like I was going to hear the sniffles, cries, and wails in my sleep tonight, the one thing I found a little solace in was just the sheer amount of people who showed up today.
