It's been a long morning, an even longer afternoon.
Gripping Ben's hand tighter, I stared down at the white box.
Inside that white box was the greatest half of me, the half that knew how to be the perfect person and the half that made me smile through the darkest times.
My chest heaved once more, I held in my tears to stop from dropping to my knees. Mom was held up by her sister and best friend Norah, I on the other hand was being held by one man who's simple loving grip wasn't enough.
I'm not sure an army could hold me from the heavy feeling in my stomach, the empty yet heavy grief that filled my lungs and tore at my throat. I just wanted to scream at her to come back, I waited in hopes that the coffin would open and Kate would say she was kidding, that it was all some sick joke.
Yet
