HER ONLY BAD HABIT IS ME
(AN, ok, I should be working on my Buffy fics, but at like 4:30 am, this fic hit me so I had to write it, it takes place after the season 3 finale, Nathan jumped in to save Coop and Rachel, and while they both survived, Nathan didn't. Haley was the pregnate one. Now, she is going to have to raise the baby alone, or so she thinks, she gets help from an unexpected source, and this has to be the weirdest couple in tree hill history.)
Disclaimer, I DON"T OWN IT OK ,STOP RUBBING IT IN!1
When you lose someone, you realize just how much that person means to you, So maybe its a good thing they're gone. So you can see just how much that person means to you. -Anonymous.
I feel absolutely numb. It's like there is nothing there, my whole life, washed away in a single second. All the plans we had, a future so bright, now, all the hopes and dreams are nothing. It's like it all never happened, it a few moments, he'll be in the ground, and that will be it, eighteen years of life erased in a single second. Eighteen is far to young to die, especially for my Nathan, he was so young and strong and brave, and now….. He is nothing, a dead body, a shell of the life that resided there.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the priest drones on. I wish I could yell for him to shut up, that he can't be preaching for Nathan's funeral when a few days ago he was renewing our vows. I want to scream that he can't be dead, that he can't leave me alone, not now, especially not now, with all that is happening, I can't make it without him.
There are lots of people here, Deb looks like she hasn't slept in a week. Lucas looks like the world has crumbled, Brooke is holding on to his arm, dabbing away her own tears. Peyton is trying to hold in the tears, trying to be strong, but she looks like a dam is about to bust behind her eyes.
Dan, Dan is the only one I can relate to, he came and saw me after it all happened. The strange thing was that I had always seen him as uncaring, and cold hearted, but that night both of us cried. Now, I look at him, and I see that besides me, he is the only one not crying. People might look at us and say that we are heartless, my husband and his son dead, and neither of us shedding a tear at the funeral, but we're all cried out. We're not heartless, we're just numb.