Funeral

"No, she was okay a few days ago when we met. She was even happy as we were expecting a contract" she added " we talked a little to catch up and said a few things about future update plans on the story, I'm working on. As I know, you would know by now.

"But apart from that everything was fine". Selena was hoping this could help. She couldn't see why her friend would, commit suicide. As a matter of fact she didn't believe that.

But she decided not to probe. She was snapped out of her thoughts, when she heard the detective said " if that's the case. I would like if you give a written statement about what you said, and that would be all. We would keep you updated, if there's anything " and that marked the end of their conversation as Selena left the house.

She stopped by the station on her way home, for her statement. She went back home, feeling dead and lifeless and flopped on her bed as she bid thus unfair world good night.

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The next day. Selena still felt as terrible as before. Her close friends funeral will be at noon.

Earlier when she woke up, she was painfully reminded of the time, when her friend gave her an early morning lecture, she now compared it with the irony of how that felt now. She was sure avery would be happy to see her wake up early. She laughed bitterly which was quickly converted to a sob. Oh she wished she could hear her nag one more time.

After mopping around feeling broken, she got ready when it was almost noon. She didn't have an update plan, but decided to update according to her mood about the female less and male lead fainting.

She thought about making them suddenly die as they fainted. But she knew her readers will be confused and probably hate her for it, because she was still at an early part of the story. So it would male no sense. She laughed at that. It was a hallow lifeless laugh, void of happiness.

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She stayed through to the part where they dropped the flowers at her friend's grave. She saw the way her friend's mom cried a lot through out the ceremony. She did cry a lot, but it was a silent one. She wore a veiled covered hat, hoping not to be seen, while her tears ran down her face.

When it was her turn to drop her flower. She walked up to her friend grave. She communicated with her through her mind, even if she knew her friend can't hear her.

She would not be able to speak to her again like before. After placing the flower she kissed, she walked back to where she stood and watched as they lowered the casket. now away from her sight, never to see her friend again. But to keep the memories together, forever in her heart.

Losing someone has never been easy. How the world lost of glow and colour in front of one eyes. How a hallow deep hole, dull, aching painfully imprinted on ones heart.

And how much you want to crawl out of that desperation. Maybe convincing yourself, it was all just a dream. But it felt more like a night made.

When you want to cry so hard, you can't feel air in your lungs, and its so painful to breath. But deep down you know, no matter where or who you look out to, and how hard you pray. You won't wake up, because it was never a dream. But a living......NIGHTMARE.

So to escape that pain, you have to find the light once again. To bring colour to your life, and you have to keep moving on, because they aren't coming back.

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Now, she was in front of a care center. It has been a while, since she came here. Still dressed in her black dress, but she ditched the hat. At leat the weather did them mercy today. She wonders why the weather was unpredictable this period, and when will the first snow fall. But she put that aside as the receptionist asked her a question.

"Good day ma'am, how may I help you" the receptionist said with their usual polite formal smile. " yes, um... I would like the access to room 504". she replied back, with her own strained smile. The receptionist still pulling her formal smile requested, " give me a minute" . she said opening their patient visitor list. "Name please" she asked Selena. "Selena Morris" she answered to the receptionist, already familiar with the process. Soon she was confirmed and given an access card. She took the elevator to one of the highest units. Weaving through the hallways and corridors, until she stood in front of a room, with the plat number at the door labelled 504. Braising herself, she opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door back, she heaved a sigh. Finally , she's back here again.

From where she stood at the door, she could see the hospital bed across her by the window side, letting the light illuminate the person on it. Yes this place was a care center partnership with a formidable hospital in city Z.

She took slow steps towards the bed across her. Standing by the bed side she heard the steady beeping of the machine besides the bed, and the tubes connected to the IV bag also. Her sight followed it up to the hand it was inserted him. Slowly she trailed her eyes upwards, to the steady rise and fall of the chest, till she met the tubes used for given oxygen to the patient. Not long she saw the mask at the lower part of the patient's face.

She trailed her eyes till she reached eyes of the patients, which was closed.

She took an unsteady step closer and her lips slowly parted, as she said barely above a whisper as a tear drop slip from her eye, "Father".

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She crouched on the floor as her legs couldn't hold her weight anymore. She slowly reached out and held her father's hand. She gripped it firm but not rough. Holding onto his hand as a form of comfort. How long has it been now. Its more than a decade now, her father has been on this bed. She thankful that her dad worked in a formidable place as an important figure, so all his medical bills are always covered.

With her head low, still crouched, the dam finally broke. She has been strong for so long