The day of the funeral came and I felt my stomach filling with dread as the seconds ticked by. I had straightened my hair and chosen to go without make up. It was about an hour before I was due to be picke dup by my ride and I felt myself building up walls around my heart. How am I supposed to survive through something like this?
I know that Eliott would be waiting for me when I was done, but at the same time I couldn’t bear to think about what had happened to get us to this point. The minutes seemed to fly by as I hoped they would last longer and longer to prolong this moment. But when there was a knock at the door I took a deep breath and knew what I had to do. I started to block everything out from here until we got to the church. I don’t remember answering the door, the ride over or e
