Two days passed and the number of people that came to pay their last respect kept on growing but I didn't bother to come down and see them because I know what they will say and I just did not want to hear any of it.

Two days had passed. I wasn't getting any better. I did not eat nor sleep. I did not look like myself and Frank did not leave my side. As for my parents, they were as distraught as I was. My father was awfully quiet but I heard him cry last night in Rebecca's room.

"I am not going to ask you if you're feeling alright because I know you are going through hell", Frank said as he hugged me.

"But what I am going to do is I am not going to leave your side okay?", Frank added.

I just nodded and left the room. I passed by her room and it smelled of her, like she never left. I still couldn't grasp the fact that she is no longer with me. I do not know how much I've cried but my eyes were puffy and red. I need to get ready for her funeral.

Her funeral. It still feels so surreal. I can't believe that she's gone.

"Miss Blair, your dress is ready", Beatrice said. She too had puffy eyes.

"I can't believe she's gone, Beatrice...", I said slowly as I held one of her favorite plush toys.

Beatrice came closer to me and held my hands, "Me too, Miss Blair. The two of you are like my own daughters.. Go get ready, Miss Blair. I will make some coffee for you and Mr. Frank"

I nodded and left the room. I showered, put on a black dress and waited for Frank to get ready. It wasn't long until people started showing up at our house and the boys are here too. Frank wore a long sleeved black shirt and black slack. It was the first time I ever see him in formal attire. I wanted to tell him that he looked good but I couldn't bring myself. He dragged me out of the room and led me to the guest area.

"Blair, we will be leaving in ten minutes", my mother said.

I nodded.

"Blair, do you prefer to go with me or with your parents?", Frank asked.

"Just you. My dad is a wreck and my mom... I don't know. Is it okay with you?", I replied.

Frank pulled me into a hug and kissed my head, "Let's go, everyone's leaving soon"


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Many people came to her memorial service and I was glad to know that when she lived, she lived to the fullest because from the speeches that her friends gave, I knew she was loved by many and how much everyone will be missing her.

After we got back, I did not bother to mingle with the guests, I just went up to my bedroom and slipped out of my dress. I pulled my boy shorts and stood in front of the mirror. I realized the bones were protruding out of my skin. I didn't realize Frank was in room when I heard his footsteps.

"Baby, you are getting thinner", he said as he hugged me from behind.

I let out a heavy sigh, "I know... I just don't have any appetite right now"

"But you gotta eat, B.. I know you are grieving but I hate to see you not eating like this"

"It's okay, I think I'll just stay at home and sleep. I don't really feel like doing anything"

Frank let go of his hug and let out a small sigh. "Fine. Do you mind me staying here? I know your parents and Beatrice are taking care of you but I want to be there too"

I nodded.