The Truth About Lies[COMPLETED]✓

🏵️Chapter 14🏵️: An Ex's trouble.

{Eleanora's P.O.V}

  No sooner had Lucas parked in front of the royal cemetery's gate did I get down. I took the bouquet that Lucas had prepared for me and asked the guard there to take me to her grave.

Grandma's grave.

  I wasn't emotionally stable to watch her be buried. For some reasons, I didn't wake up until her burial was two weeks behind. I'm guessing my husband was scared, I'd do something stupid and decided to continually give me sleeping pills for two weeks straight, so I couldn't even give grandma her final salute.

Her death was too sudden and most of the time, I could feel her presence even in my room. Sometimes, I could even smell her scent whenever Lucas passes by. I'm quite sure he has worked with her longer than expected.

  Most of the time, I decided not to think about her, cause the fact is, even if I cried, I knew deep down that she was in a better place. She was in heaven, hopefully. Because grandma was an angel to me. A pure angel. Even if she was a devil to others or an angel with dark spots. She was still my angel.

The guard pointed the grave out for me. On the ceramic tombstone, laid the picture of Granny, smiling as always. Her grave was so clean, with dry flowers in Front of her tomb and her white pebbles surrounding it. I knelt down by the side of her grave, looking at what was written on the tombstone.

  Queen Tamara Bonavista. From 1901 to 1977 . The twenty seventh queen of the nation. A mother, a wife, a grandmother, a queen, a sister and a daughter. The mother to the nation left us all with heavy hearts. Goodbye, mother. You live on in our hearts.

  My eyes stung when I was done reading. If someone had told me that I'll lose my grandmother by the beginning of this year, I'd have had the person hanged. But here she is, laying still in her grave, with no one to keep her company.

I could already feel the tears roll down and I sat on my ankles and feet as I opened my mouth to say something at the same time, tried to be strong.

"Good morning, grandmother..." I started and tried to brace myself. If grandmother was watching me now,she definitely wouldn't like to see me cry.

  "I'm sorry..." I whispered as I tried to clean my tears. "You know... I didn't want you to see me like this. That was part of the reason why I refused to see you after your sudden death. Cause even though it hurts, I'm still trying to be obedient to what you always tell me before you passed away..."

  I got up and sat on her grave. "To be honest, my feelings are all over the place. I can't even say this is what I feel anymore. When I think about you, I feel hurt and angry that you left without saying goodbye. Then I feel guilty for not being the best granddaughter. Then I feel...I feel happy when I come to understand that you're not suffering again and wherever you are, you're probably having one of the best moments in your life.

   And sometimes I don't know if I should actually hate you..." I clenched my hands into tight fists and hit it against her tombstone very hard until it  started bleeding. "The fact that you kept my father's death away from me is what's actually annoying me! Why?! Why didn't you tell me?... You keep feeding me lies that my father went on a royal assignment and isn't going to come back till he completed it and all this while I've been hating on him, for being a terrible father, for not being there for me while he has been in his grave... Watching his naive daughter. I WAS HOLDING GRUDGE AGAINST A DEAD PERSON AND YOU KNEW IT! YET YOU STILL PAMPERED ME AND TOLD ME I WAS RIGHT!"   I brushed my hair to the back aggressively. I was angry in my spirit and really mad at her. But what was the use of yelling at a dead person's grave?