I stare at myself in the mirror and decide that I have never hated the colour black more than I do now. The day of Ezra's funeral is upon us, I have dreaded it with every passing moment. Having to go shopping for such an occasion was strange to say the least. On one hand I thought that it didn't really matter what I wore today, but on the other, I wanted to find something that was good enough for the day. Ezra was always passionate about fashion, so I tried to pick something that he would like, but was respectful too. All of the black dresses I have already are too revealing for a funeral.
So here I stand in a knee length dress with long sleeves and lace across the chest. I paired it with some black heels and some simple diamond earrings. Moving like a zombie, I tie my hair up in a messy
