The Tangled Assistant

chapter 22

Anaïs

Three days later we all gathered in a church full of people wearing black and above us all hung a big cloud of sorrow.

Sadness and exhaustion.

I listened as her mother gave out a speech on how she was a great daughter and everything.
I was suggested to go speak but I did not trust myself to phatfom a word without breaking down so because of that I sat in the crowd as I waited for the moment none of us wanted to reach.

The service finally finished and I followed outside right behind my parents with Cyril in my hands.

My black heels clicked on the concrete tiles on the steps of the huge church and my black trousers stretched enough for me to keep up with my parents.

I had on black sunglasses with a black long trench coat and ankle boots.
I had on black baggy leather pants and a turtle neck inside the trench coat.

Malia was in a black long skirt with knee high boots and a long sleeve with black sunglasses and her natural hair was let free today creating an afro.

On my side Lucas walked with me as I kept my gaze down closely following my parents.

When we finally reached their car they took Cyril from my hands and Lucas guided me to the car we came in without words being exchanged.

When we reached at the graveyard I froze.
So many thoughts ran in my head and one being that I was never going to see them again.

I have got to be dreaming. I said to myself slowly and I felt a hand rub my forearms into confortation.

I couldnt even cry.
I had been crying for a whole week and I felt as if I had no more tears left.

Mostly in the office I would catch myself crying out of no where and once an employee who was to drop files caught me crying and felt as uncomfortable as ever around me after that.

I almost chuckled.

After composing myself we walked out of the car and followed the people who gathered at the two holes that were six feet and probably a little deeper and my eyes fixed themselves on the two closed coffins.

Lucas still stood next to me and I leaned on him even more.
From the other side my father watched us and I had a feeling questions were going to attack me especially from him.

I felt someone pull me into them and with a surprised yelp I fell into the familiar chest and sighed.

He rubbed my back and I hugged him even tighter.

"How are you holding?" He asked when we broke a part.

"Fine I guess.
I feel better than how I was feeling earlier this week" I said looking at him and he finally met eyes with Lucas.

"Ansel Mayer" he said raising his hand for Lucas to shake in which he did probably after hearing that he was my brother.

Rolling my eyes behind the dark lenses of the sunglasses that I had on I stepped aside and watched as they lowered the casquettes in their graves and my eyes became glassy.

A lone tear fell down my cheek and I removed my sunglasses to wipe it.

"You will be alright" he said after kissing my temple.
I just nodded my head hoping that maybe he was right.

"I guess Cyril stays with me until next week" my mom said as we sat in the small restaurant that held pots of plants  hanging.

It was my mother my brother and my dad was carrying Cyril.