Funeral
Zara's Pov
I can still remember my mother's funeral. It was beautiful but completely somber and full of sadness. It not so long and I didn't expect that it would happen again for my father. I could not comprehend that he is gone too.
"Daddy..." I whispered for the first time after my relationship with him turned sour and bruised. "I-Im sorry..."
He looks so handsome in his white tux. His eyes, which I replicated, were both closed lightly. The injuries and damage that resulted from the accidents weren't visible anymore, maybe because he's wearing a tux and skin make-up. Overall, he looked peaceful, just like the last time I saw my mother's face.
I want to cry, but my tears seem tired from crying. Every time I looked at his face, the memories I shared with him from my kid versio
