EmptyA Chapter by theladygraceling
The funeral feels endless.
It goes on and on and on and on. It's almost unbearable. If Will wasn't here, squeezing my hand, telling me over and over again "It's almost done. It's almost done." I might have given up and just run away in my uncomfortable black dress and uncomfortable black shoes. Instead I stay where I am, and dig my nails into Will's hand and shove the toe of my black flats into the dirt. I try not to look around. I stare at the ground so I can't see the people around me. I know they're all looking at me. I can feel their eyes on my back. I know what they're thinking. Look at her. That's her best friend out there and she won't even cry. I know that because I was thinking it too.
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Added on May 9, 2014 Last Updated on May 10, 2014 AuthortheladygracelingHagerstown, MDAboutI am seventeen years old. I have always loved reading and have recently started writing my own stories. I also enjoy drawing and sculpting, have taken piano and violin lessons for 10+ years, and have .. more..Writing
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