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Next update (Just setting up where Bonnie is emotionally. Next chapter will have a time gap and a Salvatore brother ). Any questions, comments leave a review (Please). I'll answer every one
It's raining, actually it is pouring. "The old man snoring", I think ruefully.
The sky is seemingly weeping. How ironic.
I'm glad I guess, burying my father on a sunny day would just be cruel. God can't be that cruel,can he?
Maybe this is Lucifer's work, he seemed to have taken special interest in my life.
The service and the memorial pass in a blur. For a second I forget why I'm here. I'm completely ignorant for one beautiful, golden second. The best second of my life I suppose. I hate it here and now I resent that second.
Someone takes the podium and starts to speak. After a blink someone else is there, two more blinks and more people appear and disappear. That is what they do all day; talk. They talk about how loving my father was, how caring my father was, how great he was. It kills me. Every pass tense they use causes my blood to boil.
I want to lash out, I want to last out badly because these people don't even fucking know my father. But I don't. I can't. I have to play the part of grieving daughter quietly, so I do.
It is over and I'm thankful. I can't take much more today. I'm passed from arms to arms. Some arms are warm and others are as cold as ice. I wonder who these people are?
Death crawls down my spine and I realize I'm in Caroline's arms. She smiles sadly and kisses the side of my mouth. I shiver, I want to wrap my arms and beg her take me away from here. But that isn't fair to her; she has enough problems on her own. So I say nothing and get passed to the next set of arms. Whispered apologies and kind words float around me, they suffocate me but I say thank you to each one. I think
It is still raining as we walk back to the cars. I breathe in the salt of the air and step out from under Elena's red obnoxious umbrella. She doesn't stop me; she doesn't want to be here. I don't want her here. We're not friends, at least not anymore. Too much has happened, too much bloodshed to fix what is broken between us. She's just here to play the part of caring best friend. I don't blame her.
The rain feels nice against my skin. It feels like my father's hugs. It feels like everything I've lost. Everything I'm losing.
I think I'm crying. I can't be sure.
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