Even though I don't want Ezra to die, this is what I would want to happen at his funeral. This is also my first story I've ever written.
I don't own anything having to do with Aria or Ezra.
Aria walked to the podium where his other family members and friends had just given their speeches. Now it was her turn. She stood up and adjusted the microphone to the height to where she could talk.
"Hi. For all of who don't know me, I was Ezra's girlfriend, Aria. I never thought I would be standing here, giving this speech only over a year into our relationship. Ezra was one of the sweetest, happiest, most caring individuals I've ever met. He was my other half, my best friend, and my soul mate."
At this point, Aria was already beginning to tear up. She brought her hand to her face to wipe the tears that were starting to form. She looked out at the people sitting in the seats. They were all in black, normal funeral attire. She was in Ezra's favorite blue and green floral sundress.
"Long before Ezra died, he told me that when I did go to his funeral to not wear black. He always said it was a depressing color. He wanted his funeral to be happy. To celebrate his life, not to be depressing and dull. He was just always so happy."
"Right before he died, I believed he never loved me. I believed he faked everything we had together. I regret that everyday. Now I know I should of listened to him. But now it's too late."
"He died saving my life. His last words to me were "I'm sorry." Even in his last breathes, he still only cared about me and how I felt. He was just lying there in my lap, blood was coming out of his stomach. No one was around that could help. He was lifeless. I just remember I kept sobbing, telling him that I need him. He can't die. I can't live without him. The rest was a blur."
"When I found out he really was dead, I was broken beyond repair. It feels like just yesterday that I received the devastating news. I felt like someone smashed my heart into tons of pieces and it couldn't be repaired. I felt like I was dead. I walked into his room one last time. I told him that we were suppose to get married and have two kids. We were going to live in New York and live in a house with white picket fence. Our lives were going to be perfect."
"In a lot of ways, I feel like this is my fault. It probably is. I feel like if I wasn't selfish and stubborn as much I was to listen to him, he would still be here. If he hadn't taken that bullet for me, he would still be living. It hurts me so much to know that I caused this. Even though I wasn't the one who shot the gun, I'm still responsible for his death."
Aria's tears were now falling from her face. She was trying so hard not to start sobbing. She looked out to the people listening to her. Most of them also had tears in their eyes just from listening to her.
"Before this gets too long, even though it already is, I want to thank Ezra. I want to thank Ezra for being there for me. For helping become the person I want to be. For being the person who would always listen to me, no matter how stupid it was. For giving me advice when I needed it. For being fun and silly with me. For eating vegan takeout, even if he didn't like it most of the time. For starting the conversation that first day in the bar. For B26. For loving me more than anyone else did. For saving my life and taking that bullet for me and my friends. And most importantly, I want to thank Ezra for being my one and only soul mate."
