I woke up with a migraine. Last night sleep was a stranger to me. After dinner, I came to my room and noticed a photo of me, Brianna and Rosalind. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I let them because it was about time. I hardly slept and staying up and crying added to the migraine.

I pressed my fingers on my forehead for temporary relief. After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I popped up a painkiller and decided to wear black straight pants, a tee and black coat.

Today was the funeral. Today was the day I will get to see Rosalind. But it won't be the same. She won't flash her signature smile or put her hand on my shoulder to tell me everything will be okay. Instead, her eyes will be closed. Her soul will be at rest.

My mom and dad were already waiting for me in the car, so after getting a last look in the mirror, I left. The drive to the church felt so long. None of us knew what to say.

When we reached, Brianna was already waiting for me at the entrance wearing a black silk dress. I waved at her and she smiled back.

I got out of the car and made my way towards her. There was sadness evident in her eyes. I just gave her a weak smile and both of us stepped inside.

The air inside the church was filled with grief and loss. The McAllister's had put on a strong face for the guests but inside they were falling apart, just like us.

I hugged Mrs. McAllister and shook hands with Mr. McAllister. I was speechless. I wanted to tell them everything will settle down eventually but could not find my voice. I was thankful to them for keeping a wake before the burying ceremony.

People were standing near Rosalind's coffin and gasping. Clearly, no one believed she was gone.

Brianna gave me a small tug and I looked at her.

"Do you want to go see her?" She whispered.

"I don't think I'm ready." I shrugged back.

"We have to do this, Val. I know it's not easy, but she needs us right now."

"She is dead, Brianna. She doesn't need us. We need her." I said as my voice broke.

"We have to do this. If you want some time, it's fine. But do you seriously don't want to see her? This is the only change we have."

I gave her a small nod in agreement and went to see her.

We reached close enough to the coffin to see her. Rosalind McAllister. Her eyes were closed and she looked at peace. Her hands were placed on her stomach and were painted in pastel blue.

I gasped and stepped back from the coffin. Brianna's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at me.

"I'm sorry." She said and let all of her tears out.

"It's okay." I said, rubbing her back.

We both stood there and didn't dare to move. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathe got uneven.

Brianna and I took our places and waited for everyone to settle down. I could help but fidget with my hands and blinked more than usual. I didn't even see who I was sitting next to, because if I had to give them a smile, I knew I would cry.

"Thank you so much everyone for coming at my sister's funeral." Derek's voice filled the church and everyone stopped talking.

"I would like to say a few words about her. I was so lucky to have a sister like her. I won't lie, when mom and dad first brought her home, I resented her so much because all of the attention was shifted to her." He laughed but at the same time a single tear left his eye.

"But as we grew up, I realized that she wasn't just a human being. She was an angel. She was somebody who I started to trust and knew she would support me when I had crazy ideas. I was honoured to protect her from the demons outside. I loved to do that."

I felt Brianna's body uncomfortable shifting as this wasn't easy for us.

"Rosalind always had the best choices. She knew how to make a person become better without changing their entire personality. She knew what outfit would look good on me when I went out for a date. She chose the best of friends." Derek said and looked at the both of us.

My breathe hitched and I gave up. That's it. I wasn't going to hold my tears anymore. There was no point. This was a funeral, people cry. I stopped controlling myself and loosened my body. The salty water freely left my eyes, running down my cheeks. It felt as if a dam was released.

I felt someone hold my hand, but it wasn't Brianna. I looked to my side and it was Lenny. Lenny Gardner was Rosalind's boyfriend. They had been dating for three years. His eyes were darted to where Derek was standing, but his warm hands were holding mine.

"I failed as a brother. Something was bothering her, something so big that she poisoned herself." His voice broke as he spoke the last sentence. "I should have talked to her. I should have asked her. But I didn't. Because I was too busy with myself and handling my falling business."

As the eulogy ended. I looked at Lenny. His eyes were void of any emotion. His face looked tired. Clearly he was mourning but was putting on a straight face for the world.

We sat there listening to the hymns and poems. I felt much better now. All of my emotions were let out.

After we were done with the ceremonies, Brianna and I decided to go to the cremation. Lenny tagged along too.

As we all gathered at the cemetery, I saw a man a little older than us, standing in a distance with his hands in his pockets, looking at Rosalind's coffin. He had the same expression as all of us but I couldn't recall him. He definitely didn't live in town. But could be a friend of Rosalind's. But still, if he was, he would be standing here and would have been present at the church too.

I shook my head and focused at the cremation. The priest did all the rituals and instructed everyone on what to do. Finally, they ended it by lowering the coffin and burying Rosalind.

This was it.

Rosalind was gone.

Forever.

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