The colors through the window dulled considerably. From bright tropic blues and yellows to midnight black and depressing grays.
"Liz, it's ok." Gilbert grabbed my hand as I wiped my cheek. My black dress was lacey and pretty. I had a black ribbon in my hair and a gray umbrella in my hand. Gilbert wore a black suit and held white lilies in his hand.
It was my grandother's funeral. It was only 5 months ago.
The rain that day was absolutely relentless. I actually had to change my shoes becuase the ones I was originally going to wear, well, rain wouldn't really approve.
"-Burial of Cili Herdervey. In sad times, we must remem-" The priest went on. He was the most boring person on Earth. He made me want to shoot someone. That's how boring he was. Seriously.
My mother held a boquet of white lilies and black roses. They were my grandmother's favorite flowers. My mom looked absolutely heartbroken. Her mother was very close to us. I was crying silently.
"Hey, when I die, my funeral is going to be a rave. It'll be so awesome!" Gilbert whispered in my ear. I smiled. Only him. Only him.
"Don't you dare start talking about dying Gil."I smacked his arm. He yelped. Several people looked at us. Some people gave us glares. I just sniffled sadly, playing it up for fellow mourners. They gave me sypmathetic looks, changing their glares. Ha! Suckers.
"Hey, that priest is driving me up a wall." Gilbert whispered again.
"His voice is putting me to sleep." I whispered back.
"Politics teacher worthy." I giggled quietly. He was referencing Mr. Wang. Guy had no social skills. He probably lived in his mother's basement and was still a virgin.
"Eliza!" My mother whisper-shouted. I sobered and stood up straighter. I silently thanked Gil for making me feel better.
"May she forever rest in peace." The priest concluded the ceremony. Thank God.
Before everyone left to go to the after-shindig, they lined up and placed flowers and such on her coffin. My mother was last in line.
As she set the flowers down, she whispered in Hungarian.
"Emlékszem amikor apám meghalt? És azt súgta 'Ne szomorkodj. Ő volt az egyetlen, aki elhagyott bennünket.' Azt hiszem, én megmondom Liz kommentálja a fájlokat."
I smiled. I hadn't heard my mother speak Hungarian in six years. Even though we were in Budapest, my mom was too stunned or sad to talk. I was the voice for this trip.
"Hey, you ready?" Gilbert asked as his arm snaked around my waist, leading me to his rental car. It meant alot to me to have Gilbert fly out with my mother and I to my grandmother's funeral. Well, he had known the woman for a decade.
"Mm? Yeah."
I rode with Gilbert to a reception hall. I smelled food. Thank God! I was starving.
As we got settled in, Gilbert and I were alone in a corner. Away from everyone. My mother protested at first, saying I should be with family and friends, but Gilbert convinced her.
"Ugh-this goulash is not nearly as great as-" I caught myself. I shouldn't say her name, people might get...upset.
"Yeah, I agree." Gilbert said inbetween mouthfuls. Even though it wasn't as good as my grandmother's, the goulash was food. And Gilbert was all for that.
What a pig.
"Liz, are you sure you're okay? Things like this take a toll on people." I knew that all too well. My father died 7 years ago from a boating accident while we all visited Frieda for summer break. I am still affected by it.
"Gil, it's really sweet of you to care about me so much, but seriously, I'm fine." Gilbert just kissed my palm. I smiled, before digging into this mountain of a salad I made.
Several hours later, I left Mr. Wang and virginity in the dust. It was a pretty good day, despite the sadness of the funeral, Gilbert quickly made my sadness dissappear.
"Pulses?" I heard Rodereich say as a pair of cold fingers touched my neck.
"Liz has one, let me check Gilbert." Shuffling and a pause.
"Check." I let out my breath.
I could hear sirens in the distance.
"Thank god! They're here!" I heard Ludwig say tiredly.
"L-Liz? Elizaveta? Sweety? Are you ok?" My window turned into a cold frigid night, Ludwig was above me, looking down frantically.
I was concious. I tried to talk.
"Gi-lbe-"My voive cut off.
"Gilbert? He's fine, Liz, he's ok." Ludwig reassured. I sighed and smiled.
"Liz? Liz don't you dare-!" Ludwig shouted at me. Rodereich came into view. He looked worried.
The sirens were deafeningly loud now. Voices were everywhere it seemed. A man in a uniform pushed the men back and looked at me. A flashlight was shoved in my face, directly at my eyes.
My breathing got faster, more shallow. I heard a beeping, and the speed increased. I started blacking out.
"She's crashing!" A pair of hands were suddenly on my chest. almost hitting me.
He was performing CPR. Then, the hands were gone. I was abruptly very cold. My chest was freezing. I felt something put on my chest, not hands but-
"Clear." And then a shock went through my body. My back arched.
Silence.
Whew! Chapter 5!
Hungarian:
Remember when dad died?
And you whispered 'Don't be sad. He was the one who left us.'
I think I'll tell Liz.
I didn't think I'd get this far. No, Liz shant be dead, or Gilbert. I still have more chapters I want to write!
And even if she did, she wouldn't die a virgin! (Gilbert you naughty boy XD)
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