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- Apr 16, 2009
This... had to be the worst day of her life. She sat on the front bench at the church as she watched her one and only love being rolled down the center of the Aisle in his Casket. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she tried her hardest not to break down in tears and cry her heart out. But she had loved him so much, they had even began talking about the possibility of a family and marriage. Though she watched as he was set in place and his casket was open. His arms resting gently across his chest one hand over the other. She couldn't even concentrate at the funeral she was so lost in tears.
Aislyn was her name, she sat on the cold, hard bench with her arms crossed. She felt so sick, her hair was curled in the slightest, her bright blue eyes now glazed over from all of her crying. Her nose red and her eyes puffy, she rubbed the back over her neck as the funeral slowly went on. It dragged on by which made it that much worse. After the funeral and the grave side service was over she watched as her family and friends left back home. She stood by his grave and she sighed softly, wiping her eyes as they began to slowly fill in the grave with the dirt.
After about an hour of standing there she finally left, sitting in the driver side seat of her car she clenched the steering wheel and slowly left the graveyard. She almost couldn't handle being in a car, she remembered the night the Police officer knocked on her door. She fell to her knees and about passed out. Though leaving with the officer to the site she found him on the road. The front of the car smashed by a head on collision with a Semi-Truck driver. His body flung from the car, having been announced dead on the scene.
Aislyn lost part of herself that day and knew that she would never be the same again. She could never love again, not like she loved him. Though reaching her home.. their home.. she opened the door and entered the cold, lonely house. Shutting the door she sighed and looked around, setting her purse down onto the small table by the door. But before she knew it, her knees gave way and she fell to the floor in the living room as she broke down. Sobbing into her hands, her blue eyes even more glazed over. Her knees bent in her black skirt as her white shirt received the drops of her tears. Her body shaking, she wasn't sure if she could make it without him, almost feeling herself going into hyperventilation.
Aislyn was her name, she sat on the cold, hard bench with her arms crossed. She felt so sick, her hair was curled in the slightest, her bright blue eyes now glazed over from all of her crying. Her nose red and her eyes puffy, she rubbed the back over her neck as the funeral slowly went on. It dragged on by which made it that much worse. After the funeral and the grave side service was over she watched as her family and friends left back home. She stood by his grave and she sighed softly, wiping her eyes as they began to slowly fill in the grave with the dirt.
After about an hour of standing there she finally left, sitting in the driver side seat of her car she clenched the steering wheel and slowly left the graveyard. She almost couldn't handle being in a car, she remembered the night the Police officer knocked on her door. She fell to her knees and about passed out. Though leaving with the officer to the site she found him on the road. The front of the car smashed by a head on collision with a Semi-Truck driver. His body flung from the car, having been announced dead on the scene.
Aislyn lost part of herself that day and knew that she would never be the same again. She could never love again, not like she loved him. Though reaching her home.. their home.. she opened the door and entered the cold, lonely house. Shutting the door she sighed and looked around, setting her purse down onto the small table by the door. But before she knew it, her knees gave way and she fell to the floor in the living room as she broke down. Sobbing into her hands, her blue eyes even more glazed over. Her knees bent in her black skirt as her white shirt received the drops of her tears. Her body shaking, she wasn't sure if she could make it without him, almost feeling herself going into hyperventilation.
