Chapter 3 "Say Goodbye"
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Harmony Cemetery, three days later
She stood with her head bowed, her hands clasped together tightly. Her dark hair was swept up in a fashionable chignon, her slender frame encased in a black Valentino suit, and she looked the picture of the grieving widow. One could buy the illusion until you searched her eyes and saw no trace of sorrow or grief. Only a relief that was so profound she felt giddy with it. "He can never hurt me again," she thought to herself.
He stood a few feet away, his shoulders hunched and his face bathed with tears. His golden brown hair was tousled and disheveled and his chocolate brown eyes were puffy and red from all the tears he had shed. Though he wore the customary black trousers and dress shirt, the wrinkled material gave him a messy, unkempt appearance that set him apart from the fashionably dressed crowd. His raw grief was like that of a wild animal that had been caught in a trap and the other mourners gave him a wide berth. Despite the tears that streaked down his cheeks, his stance was that of a hunter that would pounce at any second and no one wanted to put him to the test.
"UNTO Almighty God we commend the souls of our dearly departed, and we commit their bodies to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection unto eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; at whose coming in glorious majesty to judge the world, the earth and the sea shall give up their dead; and the corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him shall be changed, and made like unto his own glorious body; according to the mighty working whereby he is able to subdue all things unto himself" Father Lonnigan intoned solemnly as the caskets of Chelsea Hartley Crane and Ethan Crane were lowered to the ground.
"Noooooooooooo," Fox cried leaping forward. Chelsea, take me with you," he shouted brokenly as he tried to jump inside his wife's freshly dug grave. Two pairs of strong arms held him back and Fox glared at his father and grandfather as he struggled to break free.
Teresa watched him dispassionately; her face showing no hint of emotion though she empathized with his pain. But if there was one thing that she had learned in the eighteen months she had been married, it was that showing any hint of vulnerability only got you hurt so she kept her thoughts to herself and prayed that it would soon be over. All she wanted was to go home and hold her baby in her arms.
Fox struggled to compose himself, knowing that his outbursts only made things worse but unable to control his actions. He felt as if his heart had been ripped in two. Losing Chelsea was bad enough, but losing his wife and brother at the same time was more than he could bear. A heart wrenching sob escaped him as he watched the pallbearers begin to cover the caskets with dirt but the tight grip that Alistair and Julian had on his shoulders prevented him from causing another scene. Knowing that it was almost over, he closed his eyes and prayed for the strength to face whatever came next.
A/N- For those of you who were wondering, Fox received the call about Chelsea's death the same night as Teresa. I know this chapter was short but I didn't want Therox to interact till after the burials. The next chapter will be a bit longer, I promise.
Please review....it stimulates my creativity
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue
Harmony Cemetery, three days later
She stood with her head bowed, her hands clasped together tightly. Her dark hair was swept up in a fashionable chignon, her slender frame encased in a black Valentino suit, and she looked the picture of the grieving widow. One could buy the illusion until you searched her eyes and saw no trace of sorrow or grief. Only a relief that was so profound she felt giddy with it. "He can never hurt me again," she thought to herself.
He stood a few feet away, his shoulders hunched and his face bathed with tears. His golden brown hair was tousled and disheveled and his chocolate brown eyes were puffy and red from all the tears he had shed. Though he wore the customary black trousers and dress shirt, the wrinkled material gave him a messy, unkempt appearance that set him apart from the fashionably dressed crowd. His raw grief was like that of a wild animal that had been caught in a trap and the other mourners gave him a wide berth. Despite the tears that streaked down his cheeks, his stance was that of a hunter that would pounce at any second and no one wanted to put him to the test.
"UNTO Almighty God we commend the souls of our dearly departed, and we commit their bodies to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection unto eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; at whose coming in glorious majesty to judge the world, the earth and the sea shall give up their dead; and the corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him shall be changed, and made like unto his own glorious body; according to the mighty working whereby he is able to subdue all things unto himself" Father Lonnigan intoned solemnly as the caskets of Chelsea Hartley Crane and Ethan Crane were lowered to the ground.
"Noooooooooooo," Fox cried leaping forward. Chelsea, take me with you," he shouted brokenly as he tried to jump inside his wife's freshly dug grave. Two pairs of strong arms held him back and Fox glared at his father and grandfather as he struggled to break free.
Teresa watched him dispassionately; her face showing no hint of emotion though she empathized with his pain. But if there was one thing that she had learned in the eighteen months she had been married, it was that showing any hint of vulnerability only got you hurt so she kept her thoughts to herself and prayed that it would soon be over. All she wanted was to go home and hold her baby in her arms.
Fox struggled to compose himself, knowing that his outbursts only made things worse but unable to control his actions. He felt as if his heart had been ripped in two. Losing Chelsea was bad enough, but losing his wife and brother at the same time was more than he could bear. A heart wrenching sob escaped him as he watched the pallbearers begin to cover the caskets with dirt but the tight grip that Alistair and Julian had on his shoulders prevented him from causing another scene. Knowing that it was almost over, he closed his eyes and prayed for the strength to face whatever came next.
A/N- For those of you who were wondering, Fox received the call about Chelsea's death the same night as Teresa. I know this chapter was short but I didn't want Therox to interact till after the burials. The next chapter will be a bit longer, I promise.
Please review....it stimulates my creativity