Disclaimer: I´m not making any money off this fanfic and I don´t own any of this, with the exception of the story.
Author´s Note: I felt that this needed to be done, since no one else have made a fanfic of Linda´s funeral.
This is my second fanfic, so please tell me what I can do better. :)
Author´s Note 2: Although "Till Death Do Us Part" is one of my favorite PB episodes, I hardly remember the lines in it, so some of the "flashbacks" might have a different kind of wording.
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Linda´s Funeral
"Linda lived among us for far too short time, but will always be remembered for bringing sunshine...." Chris didn´t hear the rest of Victor´s speech, it was still too unbelievable that Linda was dead. She had no reason for not protecting Linda first, so why didn´t she? She was there with Linda, so she should have been protecting her, and not that other woman.
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"Could you help me picking out a dress tomorrow?"
"Ah, sorry."
"I´m honest now, I promised my brother to baby-sit."
"Well....I guess I could re-schedule my hairdresser-appointment."
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The words echoed in Chris´ head. If she had gone to the hairdresser instead, Linda would be alive right now. She would get married to Victor, and they´d live happily ever after. Now that wasn´t going to happen.
"....For just a week ago, she was here, living and free, and now...now...now I just pray that He looks after her." Dead silence. It seemed as the time itself had stopped. She looked around the church. She couldn´t see anything but mourning people. They were here because of her. It was her fault, her mistake. A mistake that you just can´t do.
She sobbed in TC´s arms. Miraculously, he had been there for her through all this. Which couldn´t have been easy, since she has spent the last week blaming herself for Linda´s death, like she was the only one responsible for it.
She looked around once again. She could almost see all the people pointing at her, screaming "It´s your fault, and your fault only! If it wouldn´t have been for you, Linda would be alive!". She cried. They were right of course, if it would´ve been Cory and not her in that store, she would be alive. Cory would´ve thought about Linda instead of the rest of the store. Why do I always let my friends down?, she asked herself. She always did, for some reason, she always did.
She couldn´t stop her tears now, it was to painful to see Victor standing there. As her sobs became heavier, she felt TC´s arms embrace her.
"Ssh..it wasn´t your fault, you did the right thing."
"Yeah? Then why do I feel so terrible?"
Tc didn´t have an answer for that, but he watched Victor as he turned to Linda´s coffin, said the last words to his love ("God has finally gotten his most beautiful angel back"), laid a red rose on the coffin and went back to the front row after whispering something TC couldn´t hear.
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"Linda, are you alright? Oh God....Call an ambulance! Linda, stay with me, stay with me! Linda, no....no....."
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Her voice haunted her. Like an echo, that wouldn´t go away. She would never get rid of the nightmares. "Linda, are you alright?". She kept hearing herself all over again, as she silently repeated: "It was my fault, my fault....It was my fault, my fault....."
Author´s Note: I felt that this needed to be done, since no one else have made a fanfic of Linda´s funeral.
This is my second fanfic, so please tell me what I can do better. :)
Author´s Note 2: Although "Till Death Do Us Part" is one of my favorite PB episodes, I hardly remember the lines in it, so some of the "flashbacks" might have a different kind of wording.
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Linda´s Funeral
"Linda lived among us for far too short time, but will always be remembered for bringing sunshine...." Chris didn´t hear the rest of Victor´s speech, it was still too unbelievable that Linda was dead. She had no reason for not protecting Linda first, so why didn´t she? She was there with Linda, so she should have been protecting her, and not that other woman.
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"Could you help me picking out a dress tomorrow?"
"Ah, sorry."
"I´m honest now, I promised my brother to baby-sit."
"Well....I guess I could re-schedule my hairdresser-appointment."
---------
The words echoed in Chris´ head. If she had gone to the hairdresser instead, Linda would be alive right now. She would get married to Victor, and they´d live happily ever after. Now that wasn´t going to happen.
"....For just a week ago, she was here, living and free, and now...now...now I just pray that He looks after her." Dead silence. It seemed as the time itself had stopped. She looked around the church. She couldn´t see anything but mourning people. They were here because of her. It was her fault, her mistake. A mistake that you just can´t do.
She sobbed in TC´s arms. Miraculously, he had been there for her through all this. Which couldn´t have been easy, since she has spent the last week blaming herself for Linda´s death, like she was the only one responsible for it.
She looked around once again. She could almost see all the people pointing at her, screaming "It´s your fault, and your fault only! If it wouldn´t have been for you, Linda would be alive!". She cried. They were right of course, if it would´ve been Cory and not her in that store, she would be alive. Cory would´ve thought about Linda instead of the rest of the store. Why do I always let my friends down?, she asked herself. She always did, for some reason, she always did.
She couldn´t stop her tears now, it was to painful to see Victor standing there. As her sobs became heavier, she felt TC´s arms embrace her.
"Ssh..it wasn´t your fault, you did the right thing."
"Yeah? Then why do I feel so terrible?"
Tc didn´t have an answer for that, but he watched Victor as he turned to Linda´s coffin, said the last words to his love ("God has finally gotten his most beautiful angel back"), laid a red rose on the coffin and went back to the front row after whispering something TC couldn´t hear.
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"Linda, are you alright? Oh God....Call an ambulance! Linda, stay with me, stay with me! Linda, no....no....."
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Her voice haunted her. Like an echo, that wouldn´t go away. She would never get rid of the nightmares. "Linda, are you alright?". She kept hearing herself all over again, as she silently repeated: "It was my fault, my fault....It was my fault, my fault....."