funeral

/ˈfjuːn(ə)r(ə)l/

noun

a ceremony or service held shortly after a person's death, usually including the person's burial or cremation

"Are you sure, you're okay with saying a few words." I nod my head in the direction of her parents, they give me a small nod before continuing to shake hands with other people. I wore my black suit, my tie was misapply done as I stared at people sharing their condolences. My mother stood besides me for special needs.

To be honest, I felt numb, never would I have thought this day would come. The love of my life was dead. It's crazy how things can turn upside down for you. You see the person every day and suddenly, they're gone and when they go, a part of you goes with them too. Who knew where she was going to end up if there even was a heaven. I liked to believe that the place is inviting and calm and there's nothing but good in it.

I hear hurried footsteps screaming code red, my eyes widen feeling sorry for whoever it was for as I grab the bar and walk away towards her room. I notice the crowd of nurses rushing into none other but Amira room, I drop the chocolate bar and yoghurt as I rush after them. I push myself into the room and hear a flat lined sound from the monitor. "AMIRA!" I screamed; I feel two strong arms pull me away from the room as I fight them of. I feel her slowly slipping away from me. All the hope that she told me to have was gone within a split second.

As I stared at the blank white wall in front of me and tried to review my notes in my mind, i felt the tension and anxiety build up in me as I stared blankly, my mind full of emptiness. Before the panic could eat me alive, I managed to catch up on subtle breathing exercises to help me relax.

As we entered inside I kept it together until they passed a picture of her to everyone and that's when all the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. Her face seemed so alive and happy and I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like under that closed wooden box. I stared blankly at it hoping that a miracle would happen and she would rise again and come back to the world, come back to us. But nothing happened. She was gone.

"And now, with a few words by Amira's boyfriend. Blake Moretti." Everyone stayed silent as is good up from the bench, fixing my blazer I walked towards the open coffin. I stood their and looked at her dead body. It was cleaned, her makeup was done and her body was clothed in my favourite colour. That's when I saw the locket that surrounded her neck, the same necklace I gave her. I kept my lips tight unable to hold the tears back as I walked up to the stand.

Just as I regained my steady heart beat by breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth, I could hear the familiar continual tap of a heel against the floor and my pulse rate shot up once again, upon realising what was nearing.

While I desperately tried to regain my normal state, I saw the woman peering at me and tapping her clipboard simultaneously. I stood up almost too quick, sending a sharp searing pain along my ankle as I painfully jerked my knee on the glass table in front of me while getting up. The doctor walked towards Amira's parents whispering a few words, the doctor tapped Amira father before walking away.

The answer I needed to know was the cries leaving Amira's mother...I slumped back onto the chair, my eyes widening as I took an entire breath. The sound left my mind as I drew myself into darkness.

I kept quiet holding the side of stand, after a few minutes of staring I looked down at the paper in front of me before throwing it onto the ground. "Not everything has a happy ending." I whispered into the speakers, "Amira was my best friend, the one I would tell everything too, she was the love of my life, she was the happiness, she was my hope and my key to success. She gave me everything with that smile of hers. You could never be upset with her, god I tried but her gloomy face always turned it the other way." Everyone let out soft chuckle along with her siblings and her parents.

"We're sorry for your loss-"

Amira was dead. I pushed past the nurses and doctors that held me back and rushed towards the bed where Amira played unconscious. I dropped to my knees as my hands grabbed onto her lifeless body. I bring her head towards my heart feeling hers not beating and all of a sudden feeling guilty. Guilty for being alive. "Amira I'm sorry...please don't leave me...wake up princess. Wake up...you promised-you promised you wouldn't hurt me. I'll be better, I promise I'll be a better boyfriend...I won't make mistakes..." I whispered into her ears as my tears dropped onto her closed eyes.

"Blake-"

"Let's give him some space.."

"I'm going to let you go...I'm going to give you the best funeral...I promise...lilies, lilies were your favourite flowers right? I'll buy a bunch them...I promise." I look at her bracelet and slowly take it off before wrapping it around my own. "You're a butterfly now okay, you're free...you're at rest now Amira...your time isn't over, it just started princess..."

"She fought through her fight until the very end, she helped me through the darkest parts of my life. She believed in me and I fell in love with her." I looked down at my hand holding the bracelet. "I-...I cant do this I'm sorry." I pushed myself away from the stand and ran out of the funeral. Struggling to hold back the grief, tears flow steadily, silently down immobile face, feel bruised inside, numbness, emptiness.

"The quote, 'The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired' Can someone do an analysis on that for me, sampling it down? Moretti have a try."

....

"So, tell her you're coming with me, if you go, I go. I can look after you."

"Me? But like why?"

"Because you're the only one in the class I seem to get along with."

....

"You're very short you know."

"I'm not short, I'm five foot ten."

"Thats pretty short for me."

....

"If I open my mouth and you shove a snail I'm going to smack your head against a wall."

"Nice huh?"

"Yes, It's fucking amazing."

"I know."

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"Choose a star...any star."

"Thats going to be me, when ever you feel alone just look up there and I shall get the signal only if we aren't together."

"I wouldn't need to if I have you...besides me. Forever."

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"One day, you're going to hate me...you're going to regret wasting your time on me. One day I'm going to finally have the courage to tell you...but that will break both of us apart...I'm so sorry for whatever is going to happen in the future...but now I have something to fight for...that something is you Blake."

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"Open it." Her eyes widen as it reveals a necklace with a small butterfly saying the word B, I let out a soft chuckle and take it out. The butterfly was not too small but perfect enough for me. She turned it around revealing a few words.

'Be Mine.'

"Be mine Amira,"

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"I want to go to Greece and do scuba diving, I want to paint an entire wall, creating any mess I want. I want to go to France to the top of the Eiffel Tower and breathe the air of croissants and wear the silly hats..and if I beat cancer I want kids and if I ever have one It better be a girl so I could name her Layla...or If I have a son I would name him Elias."

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"Blake.."

"Princess."

"I'm scared..."

"I know..I know you are.."

"I don't want to die...I want to live and graduate...I want to be with you forever...but one day you have to forgive me...for leaving you."

"There is nothing to forgive you for, there are many things to thank you for. You were my hope princess, you pulled me out of my dark places and you still do...I love you."

"I love you too."

....

Ahh this is the kidnapping attempt isn't it?"

"Yes it is, I'm glad you finally noticed."

"Garage is a good place but this car is kind of obvious...not discreet at all."

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"Get the card out of my Jean pockets and scan the elevator."

"Deeper down princess."

"Are you trying to make me touch something Blake."

"Yes the card to enter the elevator."

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"You have a nice dimple. It's cute."

"I don't do cute Amira, I do sexy."

"Is it now?"

"Yup, that's my mojo."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Don't do that as well."

"Why not?"

"Because to be in a relationship you have to be in love, and I don't do love."

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"You helped me, you helped me through this journey and I will forever be in your debt...gosh Blake I love you, I love-love you so much."

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"The bad boy really fell in love with the nerd that has cancer."

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"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what?"

"For giving up..."

"Everyone needs to rest...you deserve a break."

"I love you Blake."

"I love you princess."

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"Amira I'm sorry...please don't leave me...wake up princess..wake up...you promised-you promised you wouldn't hurt me. I'll be better, I promise I'll be a better boyfriend...I won't make mistakes..."

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I was sitting on the bench outside the funeral, the memories were over loading me before a pair of hands that tapped my back turned me around. "Amira told me to give you these after she passes away." Belle handed me a stack of letters before nodding her head and walking away.

"Blake." I hear Belle say.

"Thank you for giving her the best last days."

I look at the envelopes, every one had a number with an emoji sticker besides it. The first one saying I'm sorry, open this one first. Slipping open the first one I settle the rest of the letters underneath my legs so it wouldn't fly away.

I saw the waiting and sighed as I began reading it,

Dear Blake Ezekiel Moretti,

Writing this I noticed how long your fucking name is, I mean damn. If you're reading this letter now, it means I have left the world to join my Aunt in heaven, thats is if she hasn't stopped swearing. Blake. Blake. Blake.

My best friend, my soulmate and the love of my life. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you in that retched world all alone. But I guess the time has come for me, gosh time! fuck it! Time is our enemy. Mostly mine. Just when I thought I had everything in the world you had to come and join.

At first I feared nothing, I didn't care if I died because I wouldn't leave anyone but then you joined the picture with that sexy leather jacket of yours and those combat boots. Argh your hair was to die for, like literally thats the reason of my death.

You helped me out of my darkness, you saved me, you are my hero and one day you're going to forget about me and move on. You're going to have kids with another woman whom you are going to love, you better treat her right...I know you will.

You gave me everything I would need, you made me happy. You were my happiness. You helped me accomplish everything I wanted to do and more, the memories you've given me. I have nothing else to say except Thank you Blake Ezekiel Moretti.

You are my protector.

Amira, your princess.

[Ten Years Later]

"And thats the story of Amira's black beanie," He whispered as he covered them with blankets, their hand grabbed onto his own as tears left his eyes. "Daddy, is she actually dead?" Layla whispers, her black hair splashed against her covers, "I like Amira, I want her to be my friend."

"She is all our friends..she is your guardian Angel princess." She smiles happily as she dives back into her covers, he rests besides her bringing her head to my chest as he look into her brown gorgeous eyes.

"I'm happy now and sad, Amira deserved to live her life with Blaze...It's a shame she left." Elias answers from on top of them. "Can we change the ending and bring her back to life please..." Layla muttered looking deeply into her fathers ocean blue eyes

"It really was," He said looking down at the bracelet. "I wish we can change that ending..."

"So what happened to Blaze?"

"Blaze...Blaze had a family, one boy and one girl and he loves them to death...Layla and Elias" Blake whispered.

Leaving the bedroom after sending them of to sleep, he walked towards his balcony and looked down at the charm. Then he looked out of the window. The star he has chosen.

"I love you Amira." He whispers.

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