Words Never To Leave My Lips!
Summary: It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to have to choose between lilies and roses, she wasn't supposed to have to make any decisions regarding coffins or plots or guests or the reception or what to put on the freaking headstone. But it was happening and she couldn't stop it.
Chapter 1! Prologue!
Writing a eulogy is hard and she shouldn't have to know that.
She shouldn't be writing one.
She shouldn't have to do it.
There should be no reason for her too.
But there was.
She shouldn't have to decide about flowers.
Lillies or roses?
Did it really matter?
Yes, she knew that.
She also knew she shouldn't have to choose between them.
They'd both look fine on the casket but fine wasn't good enough.
Lillies?
She didn't know.
Roses?
She still didn't know.
She shouldn't have to decide between coffins for God's sake.
She shouldn't have to choose between plots and where the body would be buried.
That's right body.
There was no person anymore.
Things that make up a person?
Their heart. Both beating and figurative heart.
Their personality.
Their spark.
Their mind.
All of these things a body did not have.
She shouldn't have to decide what to write on the headstone.
She couldn't be stupid about it.
What ever she picked would be engraved in stone forever.
So she couldn't be stupid.
But she shouldn't have to choose.
She just shouldn't.
She shouldn't.
She really, really, really should have to choose anything but the course she'd take in uni, if she'd go to uni and where she'd go.
Those were hard enough.
Funeral arrangements?
She shouldn't have to choose.
But she was having to wasn't she?
Hey ok short prologue!
And yhes I'm still working on the search for something real.
In fact the 13th chapter is ready!
Yay for me!
Check it out by the way!
Later!
- Liza!
xxx-ooo-xxx!
