Michael Afton's Past

《♡Chapter 67♡》

November 30th, 1994
Location: House
Michael: 29
Noah: Dead
Asher: Dead
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I've never been to a funeral so idk how it works so just guessing
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♡Michael's Pov♡
I dug through my closet. I had boxed up most of Noah's clothes so it was fairly empty. I grabbed my black dress, I was getting ready of his funeral. Asher's was a few years ago but it felt like yesterday, it felt like the only two people I loved were ripped away. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I looked at the dress. It was the same dress I wore to Asher's funeral, it only felt right to wear it at Noah's, plus he would've liked me in a dress. I got dressed and ready and left to the church where we'd have the funeral. I had Noah's favorite flowers, tulips, as well as Asher's, daffodils, I drove to the church. I parked and walked in. The others were already there. Noah's family and the parents of my friends, Mark's, Fredrick's and Stella's. Mrs. Jenkins, Stella's mom, came and hugged me. "I'm so sorry." I hugged her back "it wasn't your fault, just... we were at the wrong place at the wrong time." I said holding back tears. I welcomed everyone and then the coffin came in. I couldn't look at it at first, but eventually I could. It was an open casket funeral so I went over to the coffin and looked in. Noah laid there, peaceful. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked like he was sleeping. Bandages covered his wrists where the cuts were. He was dressed in his suit. The same suit he wore at our wedding, he always said that he wanted to be buried in it. I put a hand on his cheek. Instead of it being warm, it was stone cold and stiff. A few tears fell on his face and I pecked his forehead. I stood up and looked at the families and sighed, I needed to give a speech. I went to the podium. I cleared it my throat "thank you for coming." I looked at the Carters "I'm so sorry for your loss, he was amazing in every way possible. he was my husband and my best friend and I love him so so much. I wish I could've done something more to help prevent this." I then looked to the families of my friends "he was your children's best friends, I remember meeting them in first grade when I first moved here. I didn't know back then but on that day, I met my best friends for life. I know we did some stupid things, some... worse than others, but we stayed together till the end." I paused and wiped my eyes then looked at the families, Isabella, Stella's sister, was silently crying as Simon, her brother, hugged her, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I-" I choked on a sob "I remember going home that day talking about nothing but the new friends I made," I then looked to the coffin where Noah laid. "And I hope he's able to see them as well as his son again." The other families seemed confused about 'son' but didn't question it. I broke down into sobs and ran to mom, Mrs. Carter, and just hugged her as I cried into her chest. She hugged me then passed me to dad before going up to the podium. "I don't know where to even start." She started "but, I do remember that day where he met Mike, unknowing that he had met the most wonderful husband ever." I gave a shy smile to her, "he wouldn't stop talking about you Mike, he was so happy to have met a new friend that day. When he confessed to you, he was so happy that day. He kept saying how he would marry you the moment he got the chance." She looked me in the eyes "I'm so happy that he met someone like you, he stayed with you when everything was falling apart and still loved you. I know a few people whose world's were falling apart and their partner left because of stress, but Mike, he loved you so much." I cried some more and some people made a few more speeches while everyone paid their respects to Noah. Then it was time to bury him. They carefully loaded the coffin into the hearse and we got in our cars and followed the hearse to the grave site. We got there and I grabbed the flowers and got out. There was a black tent with a freshly dug grave with a tombstone that read:

'Noah James Carter
1965-1994
May he rest with his son'

I wiped the remaining tears as they slowly lowered the coffin into the ground. We each grabbed a handful of dirt and tossed it in, I was last. I kissed my hand "I love you so much Noah." I whispered against it and tossed the dirt in and stepped away. The two workers took shovels and buried him. I cried as I watch and turned to mom who was crying and I hugged her. When they finished, I took Noah's flowers and handed them to her "do you?" I whispered. She shook her head and gently pushed them back to me "I'm sure he'd want you to do it." I gave a small smile and took the flowers and went to the grave, avoiding the freshly dug up dirt, and placed the flowers down "their you favorite, red tulips. I hope you like them." I whispered and stood up and got Asher's flowers and placed them on his grave "I love you sweetheart."
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♡956 words♡
♡3/14/23♡
Damn, speeches were cringe