Summary: Luke's POV about Holden's funeral
As I stared at the coffin my mind begins to wonder. I couldn't believe that my once healthy, outgoing, loving and caring father is gone from this world. I sat in my seat while everyone else left the church. No one knew I hadn't left. They were all to worrying about my mom and my sister Faith .Faith was taking this really hard .She loved our father so much. It's ** me to. Even though I have another father it's just not the same as my dad. He made everything better. Whenever Noah and I got into fights he was there to help me .He was there to make me feel better and he would always know the ways to cheer me up. But now that he's gone and with my mom being in her emotional state I don't know what to do. I know Noah will be there to help me but its just not the same.
My dad meant everything to me.
I looked up and saw Damian, my birth father, standing next to had a frown on his face as he saw the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't stop staring at my dad's coffin. I was looking for some hope that he wasn't in he would walk in those doors and say "gotcha" but he's dead and he won't be coming back.
"Luke maybe you should go with your mom and Aunt Meg back to the farm," Damian suggested to me. I couldn't feel my legs; it was just like the time I was in the wheelchair, my legs were numb and I could get myself to move."Luke? Did you hear me?" Damian whispered to me. I tried to move; I tried to stay strong but I couldn't. I finally broke and I fell into my father's arms and cried. I cried my heart out everything that I had been holding inside of me ever sense I found out my dad died I let it all out. I simply couldn't hold it in any longer.
Damian pulled me closer to his body as I wept uncontrollably. I really wish Noah was here right. He would be there as I cried like this: he would wrap his arms around my waist and pull me closer to his, would run his fingers through my hair and whisper how much he loves me and that he would never let me go. I would hold him tight and breath in his scent and thinking about this made me cry harder because I was selfish to let Noah go when he wanted to stay here and help. I let him go to Hollywood to meet Jude Law.
I looked up at my father.
"I…I'm sorry "I whispered and backed away from him. I wrapped my arms around myself and I couldn't stop thinking about Noah or my father. I ran my hand through my hair.
"It's alright Luke I understand what you're going through. You shouldn't have to. He was a nice, kind and gentle man. I'll do anything I can to help you and your family through." he told me. I nodded and straightened myself up and followed my father out the door and looked back one last time at my dad's coffin