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Author's note: Before you start reading, I really must say I'm sorry about what happens in my story. It was one of those moments when something comes to your head and you write it down...and then someone tells you you should continue it!!! So I did (And i know some people may hate me for it (Ella certainly does!) so sorry to those people). And thank you to Kenz and Ella for reading over and telling me what needed changing D Please Review and let me know what you think!!!
Abby's POV
And I was spinning, spinning out of control; like I couldn't take it anymore, like I couldn't cope. I felt like everything I had ever known…loved… was gone, taken away from me just like that. In one phone call my life had changed.
'We regret to inform you…' the man had said, and after that it was just a blur. Nothing good ever came after those 5 words… I collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down my face and soaking the cushion.
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Walking down the centre of the church towards the pulpit, Susan and Neela on either side of me 'just in case', it all came flooding back. I sat down in the pew at the front and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the mutterings of everyone behind me, their grief and their sympathy just making it all worse. The memories of last time I'd been to church flashed through my mind, taunting me…
"I now pronounce you man and wife" said the vicar as the congregation applauded. Luka lifted my veil and leant down to kiss me gently. I melted in his arms, knowing that nothing could take the smile off my face today. It was the perfect ceremony, simple maybe, but exactly what we'd wanted.
Turning away from the altar, we walked back up the aisle and into the church grounds, where Susan met us with a hug.
"You look beautiful" she gushed, and I felt myself blushing. What more could I ask for? I had just married the man of my dreams and here I was, surrounded by my friends and family.
Everyone is here now too; Maggie is sat behind me sobbing loudly, with Eric beside her, probably trying to provide some sort of comfort. At least they're both on their meds, although even if they weren't, I doubt they could make this day any worse. Because everyone isn't here, the person who was my life, my everything, is lying there at the front of the church, and he isn't coming back. At that thought I break down again, sobbing silently, painfully aware of Susan's hand gripping my own and unsure whether it's comforting or not. She's my best friend, the best friend I've ever had and I know she'll be here for me, no matter what. But this feels different, like even her friendship can't get me through today.
As I adjust my scarf slightly and shift a little in my seat, she notices my movement and squeezes my hand tighter, my sobs catch in my throat but I continue to look straight ahead as the vicar stands to begin the service. He's the vicar who did our wedding, probably about 60 now but he looks the same, other than his expression of course. His eyes are sad and his voice sombre as he begins. I look at my shoes- elegant, black, low heel, thin strap – a pair of shoes I'm sure I'll never forget. I hear the service pass, I hear Luka's father stand up and talk about his son, about his childhood. I hear everyone singing, the vicar's prayer, and Kerry reading something from the bible. Then I feel Susan's hand on one arm and Neela's on the other. There are no tears now, I stand up and walk slowly to the front of the church, praying for just a moment that it won't be him, that there will have been some mistake, but I know I'm just lying to myself. I rest one hand on the edge of the coffin and stroke his cheek gently with my other, moving it to brush his hair from his face. I stand back as they lower the top of the coffin, catching the last glimpse of my husband.