"NO!" Estella screamed as loud as she could. She couldn't stop the boiling tears falling from her eyes. She was bent over as if she held a great load on her back. Diamond quickly rushed to her aid, leading her to a arm chair. Estella sat and sobbed with her face in her hands mummering how "she wouldn't let them" and how "they couldn't"
Diamond stood behind the chair, grasping the top tightly.
"But their parents want..." Diamond tried to explain solemnly.
"Want what?!" Estella yelled, looking up at her friend.
"-closure." Diamond whispered and quickly turned her face, holding back tears of her own.
"They're not dead! He's not dead!" Estella protested. Diamond walked around the chair and sat on the arm. She gave her best friend a big hug.
"But Estella!" Diamond protested back "How do you know that?!"
"My turtle dove..." Estella murmured.
"Estella...dear...they've been gone for five months, I'm sorry but I don't see them ever coming back."
Hearing this Estella abrubtly pushed Diamond off and ran into the next room.
"No!NO!NO! We're NOT holding a funeral!" Estella screamed. Diamond could feel cold air and gently stepped into the next room. Estella stood there holding the front door open,
staring coldly at Diamond. Diamond grabbed her cloak and quietly stepped out into the street.
News of Estella's rejection of a rememberance ceremony of any sort quickly spread like fire. And when she didn't show at the funeral, whispers got louder. She gained the status of a half widow who lost her mind. Estella hated the eyes the most. They seemed to burn into her. People stared and she knew of the rumors. No one believed too.
"They're not dead. He's not dead." she assured herself daily as she played with the turtle dove necklace that was never taken off her neck. She wouldn't lose hope. Even if everyone else did. Even if the familar old man shook his head in pity as he walked by.