"Max? You need to get up, Alec's here and we're gonna need to leave in an hour." Original Cindy sat on the edge of Max's bed and gently shook her friend's shoulder. Max nodded wordlessly, and stayed staring at the opposite wall.
She had hardly been anywhere but her bedroom since Logan's death three days before, and it only made her feel more tired and depressed. Cindy, wonderful friend that she was, had forced her to eat at least once a day, and to drink water as often as possible, but Max really didn't feel like caring. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on her bedroom door, and Alec's voice drifted in.
"Max? Can I come in?" After a silent pause, Alec slowly opened the door and stuck his head in. Max was still curled up on the bed, staring listlessly forward.
"Max?" He whispered, coming and kneeling in front of her. Max dragged her eyes up to meet his gaze and sighed tiredly. "I'm coming." She mumbled, sitting up and running her hands through her hair. "Lemme get a shower, and then I'll be ready."
Alec nodded and left, closing the door softly behind him. Getting through Logan's funeral wouldn't be an easy thing for Max, but that's why he and OC were going along; for Max's sake mostly – even though they'd both known Logan, too.
"She's getting ready," Alec told Cindy, who was slipping on a pair of black dress boots. Cindy shook her head and tugged on the zipper of her left boot.
"She needs to get her head out of this daze... maybe take a few days vacation away from Seattle – somewhere she and Logan never went together."
Alec shrugged. "Maybe. She'll learn to live with it, though. She'll fall back on her training – just wait and see." He shook his head. "You always get over it, you know? I mean, even when it was really love...and because it was your first you never forget it, but the memory does fade some, and it starts to hurt less and less. But you've got to face up to the fact that it will fade, or the hurting never stops."
"I'm impressed, Alec." Cindy said, raising her eyebrows. "That was deep." Alec merely shrugged, lacking his usual smartass comments. It just didn't fit today.
Max came out of her room, her hair damp and left down, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black knit turtleneck. She had no makeup on, and her face was paler than usual, but neither Cindy nor Alec mentioned it.
"You ready to go, Boo?" Cindy asked, hugging her roommate. Max nodded, picking up her jacket from the couch and slowly putting it on.
They walked the three blocks to the church, and slipped into the back of the sanctuary, avoiding most of Logan's high-society family. The service started soon after they'd found three seats together, and everyone stood as the pallbearers carried Logan's casket to the front of the church. Alec glanced over at Max as the coffin passed them, but she was staring straight ahead, her face blank. He reached over and squeezed her hand gently, and she tightened her grip in return, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.