I saw Brianna walking away from the casket and so I moved closer to Paige. So, that she could hear me. Somehow. She still looks so beautiful. So pure and delicate. I reach for her hand and hope that she would reach for mine. But she didn't.
I lean in to whisper in her ear, "I should have told you when I had the time but I didn't. And I'll always carry this guilt with me but, I want to say it now. I love you. And I have always did. In all the moments we spent together and even in the ones we didn't. I loved you while you were reading a book, or drinking your coffee or talking about a movie or your favorite snacks. I loved you when you loved yourself and even when you didn't. I loved you when you laughed or cried. And I'll love till the end. And I wish I would have told you. And I'll always be waiting for our special date. We deserved it."
I got up and my eyes were nothing but dry. My heart was nothing but heavy and I have never felt so incomplete in my life ever.
The next day Brianna came over to my house to give me the book that I gave to Paige. I asked her to come inside but she declined and I didn't insist. We both wanted some space. I opened it and saw that she had annotated it. I flipped some pages and saw a small note.
"This book blew my mind. Dropped my jaw on the floor. But it was so worth the ugly emotions. Maybe I do believe in love now. You convinced me. Good job Cal! I hope to see you soon at the bookstore. Goodbye for now. Also, want to know the secret to my ugly handwriting? I never went to a calligraphy class."
I laughed as the tears poured. She managed to make me laugh one last time. Goodbye for now, Paige.
YOU ARE READING
Six Feet Under
Teen Fiction"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I have been wide awake for 17 years and yet my parents have never even held my hand and let me experience what it feels like to have a protective father o...
