She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true, no matter how many times she had had the stupidity to wish for it in her teens. Her father couldn't have left her. She was too young to cope with this, even though she was meant to be grown up now, even though she had two children of her own.
'Molly? Are you okay? Well, not okay, but are you coping?' it was Teddy.
She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. Lucy and her mother had organised everything, leaving her without something to do in the days leading up to the funeral. Now, however, as they waited to start the procession into the church, she felt sick.
'No. I thought I was, but...' tears began to well up again, behind her eyes, her throat suddenly swelling up.
'It's okay you know, to be upset.'
'I know,' she whispered, 'It's just... I told him I wished he'd die once, when I was younger, and I'd do anything to take it back, now...' she trailed off again as the sobs threatened to take over.
'He knows, Mol. He's probably up there with my mum and dad now. It will be okay. It will always be there, but you'll be fine.' he whispered back as the music started up, and he pulled the end of the coffin onto his shoulder, beginning to walk.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she would be okay...
A/N: This was a tricky one to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!