Chapter Three

2 Weeks Later

Santana's POV

Today is going to be a hard day. I pull the sling over my head and place my arm into it. Today is going to be a really hard day. I look at myself in the mirror, the past two weeks previous events playing over and over in my mind. How did it all come to this? Why did this have to happen? I get in the car and make my way to the funeral. I grab the hand of the blonde sitting next to me.

"It's going to be ok, we are going to make it through this." They give my hand a squeeze back and look at me with sad eyes.

"How can you be so sure? I just can't believe this is happening." I give a small smile and a nod of agreement.

30 minutes later

We get out of the car and we clasp our hands together. Walking in, hand in hand. I get a few glares from people and I understand why.

The ceremony starts and I can barely keep it together. I zone out and the only thing that brings me back is the priest speaking.

"Santana has requested to say a few words." I get up and make my way over to the podium, getting one last reassuring squeeze from my supports hand.

"I thought about what I was going to say for a long time. There never seemed to be enough words to express how I feel about this tragedy. I lost the love of my life that day. Even though Brittany and I haven't been together for a long time, I got to tell her that I loved her more than anyone and I got to hear it back." I let a few stray tears run down my face. "I don't know what is going to happen, or what is going to come from these next few years. All I know, is that my heart will always be with her. There were so many things that we didn't get to do together, there are so many things that I wanted to experience with her. But we are never going to have that chance, Mr and Mrs Pierce I promised you the day Britt and I told you we were dating that I wouldn't ever hurt her. I am sorry that I could not keep that promise. But this promise I will keep, I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life, living my life for both Brittany and I. I know that it will not bring her back and isn't something that will ever heal the pain, but it's a promise you know will be kept." As I walk back down to the seat I can't hold in my tears anymore and I just sob, I sob so uncontrollably I have to walk out. I can't bear to know that I am the one that got Brittany killed. I hate myself.

Flashback

As the last gunshot went off I looked around and no one seemed hur. I felt something drip on me though. I looked up and Brittany was bleeding. Not just from anywhere though, she had blood dripping down her face.

"Brittany?" she looked down at me.

"I love you Santana, I wish we could spend the rest of our lives together, you are my one. Ok? Remember that I will ALWAYS love you the most." And with that she slumped against me. Those were the last words she spoke.

"BRITTANY? NO PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP, B, BABY, OPEN YOUR EYES, BRITTANY OPEN YOUR EYES." I shook her and she was limp. I held her body close to me. I kissed her lips over and over and over again. "Brittany, don't, please, don't leave me. You can not leave me like this. Do not die on me. I need you B, please Brittany I need you."

I come out of my thoughts. Those last moments are the things that have been haunting me for weeks. Ever since that day. I always have the same nightmare. Always those last moments. The I love you, then that's it. I wake up. Crying.

How am I going to live without her?