FOR THE FIRST TIME
Epilogue
Cameron's P.O.V.
I heard the music begin to play. Except this time, it was not wedding music. It wasn't the happy, joyful, bounce tune that filled not only the hearts of the bride and groom, but also the hearts of the crowd, the brides maids, and the grooms men. No. This music was slow, dreary, sorrowful. It latched onto me. It felt like I was being pulled down. It added to the weight of my beautiful wife's death. It all played through my head, the drunken ex-boyfriend of the brides maid. The shots. The blood. The screams. It was all to much. I couldn't hold back the tears. The were flowing down my cold cheeks. I refused to make sound. I looked around. The church was full. Close friends. People from high school. Her mother. Her mothers boyfriend. My parents and sister. People from her college classes. Teachers. It was packed. People were even standing up in the back. I was in the front row with her mother, my parents and sister, Emily, Jamie, Zak, Jake, and Brodie. The preacher began to speak, but I couldn't pay attention. I looked around. Almost everybody was sobbing. The casket was opened. There were flowers piled all around. Everybody brought flowers that brightened up the room. But even they looked dull and lifeless. The preacher finally finished speaking and everybody got up and made a line to say their last good bye's. As I walked past the casket I looked into Taylors face. It was Pale and lifeless. It looked thin, somehow, it actually looked thinner. Her brown hair was dull, and her blue sparkling eyes were shut forever. Yet, she was still the most beautiful person in the whole room. She was wearing her favorite dress. pale pink at the bust, a black sash, and grey at the bottom. Silky. Elegant. Beautiful. We all filed out the the cars and drove to the cemetery. The sky was grey. The birds refused to sing. The grass was dull. It was like the whole world was mourning for her loss. The lowered the casket into the grave. Her mother, Jamie, Lily, Emily, Zak, and I all threw a flower in with it. Her closest friends. They slowly began to fill it with dirt. She's gone.

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