Undercover {Bechloe}

Epilogue

(Becas POV)

"Chloe was a all around great person" the tall brown haired man finished his essay on Chloe.

I did not want to see Chloe again, especially not dead. I hate funerals; only been once and I gaged at the party table.

It was my turn to say goodbye to Chloe and,... It was hard.

I was completely fine until I was face to face with her. I couldn't hold anything back, the tears fell from my face; nonstop. They kept coming. This was the first time I had seen her without her eyes open, meaning I now notice all her other great features.

Her red hair and how it lays, curled perfectly on her pillow. Her nose and how it's perfectly rounded, and her lips. Her pink lips that were softer than a baby's bum.

"Last time I'll be able to do this" I said aloud to myself, I looked around to make sure no one was looking and, I cupped Chloes face and kissed her one last time.

And it felt good, it felt good to get some closure from all this. I pushed 3 strands of hair behind her ear and whispered "I love your Chloe Beale" smiled and walked to the plater table.

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I should have a new story today so be on the lookout.