Disclaimer: OK, I have finally finished Phoebe's part. If you haven't noticed, each of these sections takes place at a different time. This one is set before the girls meet Paige. K, that's it. I'll work on Paige's part soon. Enjoy! And as always, R&R!
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I fight back my tears as I watch my eldest sister's casket lower into the ground. She didn't deserve to die. She had done so much good and this was how she was repaid? Prue was always the strong one. Even back when we were kids, she stood up for me and Piper countless times. She warded off the bullies and dangers of childhood. But now she is gone and I am left to be the strong one.
I know that I have to be there for Piper. She is taking this so hard that I'm beginning to doubt she'll ever get over it. I made a vow to myself the day we lost Prue. I promised that I would never let a sister down again. It was my fault that Prue died. If I hadn't gone off in search of Cole, everything would have been fine! How are we going to make it without her? Will we even want to? I know that no matter what we do, she'll never be brought back to us.
Piper hasn't accepted it yet. Ever since it happened, she has been up in the attic every night searching for a way to bring Prue back to us. I desperately want to help her, it's like I am losing the only sister I have left. But I don't know how to help, I feel just as lost as know she must feel. I look around and see that we are the only remaining people at the graveside. Leo is holding Piper and I suspect that she would fall if he let go. By the look on Leo's face, it is obvious he is in as much pain as the rest of us right now. He always thought of Prue and me almost as his own sisters. Cole is standing beside me. I know he feels just as guilty as I do. He's blaming himself for not seeing The Source's double-cross of their deal. Dad and Darryl are standing a few feet from us. Dad looks like he's 20 years older. I don't know what kind of effect this must be having on him. He and Prue had finally gained that father/daughter connection and now it was unceremoniously ripped away. And poor Darryl. I haven't seen him like this since Andy died. Out of all us Halliwell sisters, he had always been closest to Prue. Probably because of Andy. And then there is me. I have to be the rock for everybody. If Prue were here, it would be her job. But then, we wouldn't be in this position anyway.
The only thing I have to be thankful for is that we were in time to save Piper. I don't know what I would have done if we lost her too. I can still remember the feeling of dread and terror that had risen up inside me when I saw my sisters lying in the remains of the foyer wall, their own blood pooled around them. At that moment, I knew nothing was ever going to be the same. I knew that one of my sisters would not be coming back to me. No premonition had to tell me that. I could see it in Leo's face as he tried to heal Prue. I could see it in Piper as she coughed and began to sit up, fully healed. I saw it in Cole's eyes as he watched Leo's futile attempts to save my eldest sister. And I felt it as my own heart began to break. That was when I knew it was up to me. But, as I watch the dirt being shoveled onto my sister's final resting place, I finally let my guard down. I can feel the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I decide to let myself have this one moment of weakness. I need it so I can continue to be strong.
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I fight back my tears as I watch my eldest sister's casket lower into the ground. She didn't deserve to die. She had done so much good and this was how she was repaid? Prue was always the strong one. Even back when we were kids, she stood up for me and Piper countless times. She warded off the bullies and dangers of childhood. But now she is gone and I am left to be the strong one.
I know that I have to be there for Piper. She is taking this so hard that I'm beginning to doubt she'll ever get over it. I made a vow to myself the day we lost Prue. I promised that I would never let a sister down again. It was my fault that Prue died. If I hadn't gone off in search of Cole, everything would have been fine! How are we going to make it without her? Will we even want to? I know that no matter what we do, she'll never be brought back to us.
Piper hasn't accepted it yet. Ever since it happened, she has been up in the attic every night searching for a way to bring Prue back to us. I desperately want to help her, it's like I am losing the only sister I have left. But I don't know how to help, I feel just as lost as know she must feel. I look around and see that we are the only remaining people at the graveside. Leo is holding Piper and I suspect that she would fall if he let go. By the look on Leo's face, it is obvious he is in as much pain as the rest of us right now. He always thought of Prue and me almost as his own sisters. Cole is standing beside me. I know he feels just as guilty as I do. He's blaming himself for not seeing The Source's double-cross of their deal. Dad and Darryl are standing a few feet from us. Dad looks like he's 20 years older. I don't know what kind of effect this must be having on him. He and Prue had finally gained that father/daughter connection and now it was unceremoniously ripped away. And poor Darryl. I haven't seen him like this since Andy died. Out of all us Halliwell sisters, he had always been closest to Prue. Probably because of Andy. And then there is me. I have to be the rock for everybody. If Prue were here, it would be her job. But then, we wouldn't be in this position anyway.
The only thing I have to be thankful for is that we were in time to save Piper. I don't know what I would have done if we lost her too. I can still remember the feeling of dread and terror that had risen up inside me when I saw my sisters lying in the remains of the foyer wall, their own blood pooled around them. At that moment, I knew nothing was ever going to be the same. I knew that one of my sisters would not be coming back to me. No premonition had to tell me that. I could see it in Leo's face as he tried to heal Prue. I could see it in Piper as she coughed and began to sit up, fully healed. I saw it in Cole's eyes as he watched Leo's futile attempts to save my eldest sister. And I felt it as my own heart began to break. That was when I knew it was up to me. But, as I watch the dirt being shoveled onto my sister's final resting place, I finally let my guard down. I can feel the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I decide to let myself have this one moment of weakness. I need it so I can continue to be strong.