JaxThe funeral is beautiful…I suppose. The entire church is covered in pink roses. Candles are set in front of every stained-glass window. The altar is adorned with fragrant flowers and the warm glow of more candles.
If one didn’t know that this was a funeral, they might think we were at a wedding. Everything about this place radiates peace, love, and serenity. It’s no surprise that Stella brings beauty to death, as she did to life.
I sit in the front row, the large portrait of Stella staring back at me. I can see all the details of her face, every perfect one, and it guts me. I love…loved her smile the most. She would light up a room with her gorgeous grin. Her eyes were so expressive, warm. I always felt like they were the instruments for her superpower, giving her the ability to look
