Tom's P.O.V
I lie awake,Sam murmurs in her sleep as I lie sweltering beneath the sheets. Today has been hard,today has been Graces's funeral. Today has been strange, I was reading a speech I made about Grace,so I could tell people what a great person,not that people necessarily needed reminding but just so I could express myself,a lot of the time I felt like a caged animal,I knew this would be a good way to explain myself. But as I stared out onto the front pew,our biological mother,then Sam then our adoptive parents I felt Grace's presence not in a ghostly way,but I begin to think the way she might of thought; my thoughts telling me to forgive our parents for their misgivings and help our mother get off drugs and keep her safe ,it occurred to me that Grace's life was so short,she was gone within a few hours and I mustn't take advantage of everyday life. When I sit down I know I have to change my aspect on life and the way I interact with my family,I need to make things right.
My parents go home tomorrow,they are taking a small part of Grace with them,a small pot of her ashes so she can be free amongst the rolling hills,they are taking some of her clothes to donate to a charity shop but most of her stuff is still at mine,I picked up her favourite ring,our grandmother gave it to her before she died,it was her engagement ring,she was married to our grandfather for years I daren't count ,but I always knew Grace loved that ring.
You know when you're trying to get to sleep without much success so you begin to think just about everything ,I begin to think about Sam and I,how she has been my support for the last week,I roll over go watch her chest rise and awe of her beauty,that sounds really cliche but it's true, you can't deny it,a part of me wants to wrap my arms around her and protect her from in the dangers in the world that took my sister, to protect her from men she may date in the future. My head hurts when I think of her with another man,it leads me to realise I don't want us to just be dating when you're so vulnerable to break up ,but then my head hurts even more when I think of us breaking up.
I roll back onto my other side to face the bedside table,in the moonlight Graces's ring is glinting. An idea comes to me,I dwell on it for hours and hours giving up the hope to try and fall asleep,my mind begins to spin with excitement and by dawn I know for certain what I am going to do...