Love is Forever

Chapter 2

Walking around, Kylee knew people talked. Everyone glared at her as she approached and murmured as she passed by. She started to imagine the worst of me. How did I cheat? Did I just talk to another girl? Did I have sex with her? She asked herself how she was blind to it and everyone else saw it. She tried to figure out when it could’ve happened. But the thought of it made her stomach feel weak. Instead of going to 5th, she just walked out the front door and went home.

Her mind raced in every direction. She hated to think bad of me now that I was gone, but she also didn’t want to be foolish to the rumors.

She got home, and her mom welcomed her with open arms. “Couldn’t make it through the day, huh?” She hugged her tight. “That’s okay, honey. You’re grieving and that’s okay. I know losing somebody is hard. It took me awhile to figure out how to live life without your dad.” Kylee’s dad died when she was 4 years old. She was too young to remember anything about him.

“Did anything new about dad come up after he passed?” She paused, “like stuff you didn’t know about?”

“If anything did, I didn’t know about it. I was too busy missing him. And remembering the good things about him.” She suddenly felt guilty that she ever doubted me.

“I heard something about Lucus today. Something I’m not sure is true or not. I don’t even know the details of it.” Her Mom didn’t ask. It was almost like she didn’t wanna ruin the memory she had of me.

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Kylee went to her room and got on her laptop. She opened her computer and her face grew with grief as her background popped into view. It was the very last picture we took together. She felt a pit in her stomach and closed her laptop. It was too hard for her to see my face. Knowing she’d never really see it again. She couldn’t look at pictures of me… at least for now.

It’s been two days since my death. Tomorrow is my funeral. It’s kinda weird. I never thought I’d be able to be there for my own funeral. It's gonna be hard to see everyone I know and love crying and hurting and it’s all my fault. I’d still be there with everyone if I hadn’t convinced Kylee to take a different way home. I’m glad I saved her, but it cost me my life. And everyone else’s happiness.

I’ve been so focused on watching Kylee, I forgot to check up on my mom. I went to my house and went into her bedroom. Where she was shut up in the dark. She cried over a picture of me. Her eyes were puffy and her face was red like she had been crying the whole two days. Her hair was a mess and she hadn’t changed clothes since that morning I left for school. She had real heavy bags under her eyes like she hadn’t slept. I feel so guilty seeing my mother like this. I hope she’ll pull herself out of it and gets back to a normal life. That’s all I want for her.

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It’s the morning of my funeral and everyone is gathering inside the funeral home. My grandma planned the funeral because my mom just couldn’t bare it. And she decided that it would be best not to do an open casket, for the sake of my mother. Kylee was a little relieved. She had already watched the scene of my death and didn’t need to see my lifeless body again. I sat in the back in a spot where I can see everything. Everyone was socializing and crying together. Others who didn’t know me as well, gave everyone their condolences.

One of my cousins, who was also one of my closest friends, stood at the podium. “I have a little video I put together for Lucus. And I want to thank everyone who sent in videos and pictures.” She got off the stand, already sniffling. She pressed play and immediately I started to hear a song from my favorite band. The first picture was of me and her at a skillet concert. It was the one main thing we had in common. We would listen to their albums the whole time we were ever together. The song “One Day Too Late” played as all of the pictures scrolled by. Near the end of the video, I realized Kylee didn’t send in any pictures. And we had about 1,000. I looked over at her and her head was down on her knees. When the video ended she looked up and her face was wet from tears.

My mom stepped up to the stand, makeup covered her bags from sleeplessness. With a weak voice, she began to speak, “So losing a child is hard.. and.. and I never thought I’d have to deal with this pain. I never thought that.. I would outlive both my husband.. and my only child. It’s like losing your breath, and never catching it again. It’s a panic attack that never ends as you scream for them. It’s feeling your heart dying as you continue to lose your mind..” her voice cracked with every word and it took everything in her not to cry. I looked around the room as everyone cried for her.

Soon after my mom finished talking, the pallbearers came up and carried my casket out and as gently as they could, pushed it into the back of the hurst. Everyone followed behind it in their cars to the cemetery. They got off at the burial site and they watched as the pallbearers moved my casket above the grave. The rest of the service continued and then they lowered my casket into the ground. That’s when everyone really lost it. This was proof that I was really gone and there was no coming back.