𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙀.
If Stella and her friends knew what they were getting into when they stumbled upon a sunken shipwreck, they probably would've brushed up on their treasure hunting skills.
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FUNERAL — PHOEBE BRIDGERS Jesus Christ, I'm so blue all the time And that's just how I feel Always have and I always will I always have and always will
STELLA MARX WAS no stranger to grief.
She had witnessed its cold breeze sweep over Kildare's hospital more times than she could count. She had watched as her mother greeted it like an old friend every time her father gave a teary-eyed apology he didn't mean. She saw it in movies, read it in books, and listened to its songs of disheartenment.
For the majority of her life, she had managed to keep a rather peaceful relationship with the cloaked figure known as the Grim Reaper. Death kept its boney fingers away from those she loved and she had been able to keep grief an arm's length away, never letting it get too close to infect her heart and rot her insides.
It had always been the grief of passed patient's families or the woman her mother used to be. It had never truly been hers.
Until now.
Over the course of two weeks, sorrow had planted itself into every fibre of her being. It grew roots in all of the relationships she held near and dear, forcing her farther and farther away, and the constant reminder that she had three less people in her life kept her isolated in her bedroom with her curtains drawn and her balcony door locked.
Two dead, lost at sea.
One alive, breaking her heart as he left.
She couldn't sleep, or eat, or socialize. It was like the concept of time only existed outside the confines of her four walls. Kie, Pope, and her mother tried their best to save her from spiralling into a black hole of sorrow, but their efforts continuously went without reward.
Stella spent the majority of the past few days researching grief following the loss of a loved one and how to cope with a break up. She scoured the internet for any reassurance that she would be okay, but denial never came, anger already ruined her relationship, bargaining with a God that didn't listen grew pointless, and depression chained cuffs to her legs that she couldn't break free from.
Acceptance was nothing but a pipe dream.
In her seventeen years of living, she had never felt so completely and irrevocably tired. Waking up everyday was difficult enough knowing JJ was no longer beside her and the certainty that she'd never see John B or Sarah again washed over her like a merciless tidal wave. Every time she tried to stand, it would come for her again and again, knocking her down without any remorse. If Stella were honest, she was absolutely terrified that the grief was going to drown her.
As she absentmindedly stared at her figure in the mirror, she reached for the necklace around her neck. When her hand failed to find the jewelry that used to hang next to her heart, her gaze lifted and she was reminded that she had given the promise ring back to JJ. Her hand dropped and she twirled the amethyst ring she always wore on her right ring finger instead.
