I stared at her side of the bed. It has been vancant now for 3 days and 2 nights. I stared at the spot she should be laying in. She should be here, not lying in that casket. It should be me there it is my fault, I should be gone and she should be here.
"Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks as he knocks on the door. "Your parents are here to see you."
"Send them away." I mutter.
"They aren't going to leave." He replies.
"Very well." I mutter. I slowly rise. Reluctant to leave this room which reminds me so much of her.
Slowly I made my to the kitchen where my parents are waiting for me. I can hear them whispering about something. When I turn the corner my mother rushes over to me.
"Christian, why didn't you tell us. I know this must be impossible for you. Please talk to me." She pleads.
I don't respond. I fight the tears that threaten to spill over. I have already cried more than I ever thought I could.
"Christian tell us what happened." My father commanded me. My mother pulled me towards the breakfast bar and on to a stool. They looked at me expectantly.
"I was driving." I began, but already I felt I couldn't go on.
"You have to tell someone." My mother insisted.
"I can't, not right now." I replied and tried to leave but she just pulled me back.
"You have to do something. Have you told her parents? Started planning a funeral?" She continued.
I couldn't think about that, it would make things too final, at least now I can pretend that she'll just walk through the door if I wait long enough. I can't give my final goodbye. I need her. Tears started to flow down my cheeks as I left the room, leaving behind my parents and Taylor. I left for my study.
I walked in and positioned my chair so it was just in front the pictures of Ana. I stared at them as more and more tears came.
"Ana, Ana. What have I done to you. I am so sorry, please come back to me." I muttered over and over again as I stared at her, hoping that if I stared long enough they would come to life.
"Mr. Grey?" Taylor asked as he knocked on my door. "I am to inform you that your parents have called the parents of Mrs. Grey. Also they have started the funeral preparations."
"No, it's too soon." I tried to say but Taylor had already turned and left.
Everything was ending too soon. She would be sealed away soon enough and I would be here alone. The prospect scared me, I couldn't be away from her now, not until the very end. I rushed out the door and head down to the garage. I hopped in and drove myself to the funeral home.
When I walked in the funeral director had risen from his desk and started towards me.
"I have to see Anastasia Grey." I told him sternly.
"It really isn't customary at this point to let people see them until the wake or burial." He replied to me
"I don't care I have to see her." I insisted.
"I suppose." He gave in, I don't know if it was because my eyes were probably betraying my complete and utter state of grievance over him or if he just simply pitied me. I don't care as long I get to see her.
He brought Ana to an empty room and he left me there with her.
Disclaimer- I do not own 50 shades of Grey