The Only Exception || The Big Bang Theory

twenty

[How Angela looks like on top]

Friday, Angela, Eric, and Sandy Richards had buried their father next to their deceased mother. It was cloudy, not raining, and it was deathly quiet. The only thing heard was the sound of pigeons flying freely into the day. No family members of their father's had come to see him be buried, or from their mother's. It was just those three, and Sandy's husband and daughter.

Luckily he didn't pass when Angela and Eric were younger, if he had, both of them would've been taken away from Sandy and into Children Services. But, he passed peacefully, and his three kids were there at his funeral.

As the machine lowered Ben's coffin into the hole, Angela tried her hardest to hide her crying. Sandy was sobbing into her husband's chest, and her daughter was hugging Sandy's legs to comfort her mother. Eric was staring at the coffin, like he was throwing imaginary flowers and beer for his father to have one last time. Although, he did bring beer to leave for his father.

Angela sighed, and looked away from the coffin.

"Hey," Eric whispered to Angela. "You can go. You don't have to stay."

Angela looked up at him, but didn't say anything. She really wanted to leave, forget about her father, and forget about everything. But, there's one thing that she has to do before she leaves. She grabs a handful of dirt that was provided for them to throw into the hole, and softly throws it in.

"I'm sorry, father. For everything." Angela whispered.

She turned to look at Eric, who looked at her with a pitiful look, and gave him a hug. "This still makes us family?" She asks.

Eric half smiled, "How do you think we survived all these years?"

Angela planted a kiss on her brother's cheek, "I love you. Take care...please."

"Will do."

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Angela entered her apartment safely with her luggage rolling behind her. She flipped on the lights to find everything in place, and empty. She sighed in exhaustion and slowly closed her door behind her. She took one look around her apartment, and went straight to her bedroom to unpack.

As she sat down on her sqeaky bed, her laptop was ringing...the skype ringtone. She stretched out to retrieve her laptop and opened it up to see that Sheldon was wanting to video chat. Without caring about her appearance, she accepted the call to see Sheldon's face pop up with his Green Lantern t-shirt on, "Hello, Angela!" Sheldon waved.

"Hello, Sheldon." Angela said as she yawned.

"Oh no, you're already tired of me."

"Of course not! I'm just exhausted of my flight."

"And you didn't even call me to drive you to your apartment. Shame." Sheldon said, crossing his arms.

"Well, I know you, Sheldon. You won't pick me up, you and Leonard will. And I don't want to be a burden to both of you, so I called a cab."

"Thank you, Angela!" Leonard yelled in the background.

"No problem," Angela said. "Anyway, I forgot to ask you on Friday, how was that party?"

Sheldon rolled his eyes, "Don't even mention that event. Ugh, how excruciating it was!"

Angela felt guilty, "I'm sorry, Sheldon. If only I could have pushed President Seibert--"

"No, no. He's a dead man to me. I don't want to even speak about him either."

"Oh no, don't tell me."