Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn)

In the middle of May, Ray finished up his European interviews and came back home to bid farewell to his wife and son. Ben and Grandma Emily's funeral was set for May 17th.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was a gloomy shade of gray, heavy with clouds, and the air felt thick and suffocating. Fifteen kilometers north of the Fisher family estate lay their private cemetery. Generations of Fisher ancestors rested here, their tombstones standing in neat rows like silent sentinels, bearing witness to countless farewells.

Now, two new headstones joined them, etched with the names, birth dates, and passing dates of the departed. Mourners, clad in black, their faces etched with sorrow, slowly made their way into this peaceful place. The graves were arranged one above the other, marking the different generations. Bouquets and wreaths surrounded the tombstones.

The ceremony commenced, the minister's voice low and solemn, guiding everyone through prayers and memories. Heads bowed in silent mourning, as time seemed to slow to a crawl, heavy with emotion. Finally, it was time for goodbyes. One by one, mourners stepped forward, placing white lilies at the graves.

Despite past disagreements with the Fisher family, Javier and Linda still attended. They laid their lilies down and offered condolences to the three Fisher family members standing nearby.

After the funeral, a young woman in a black dress with a white flower in her hair approached. "Mr. Fisher, Rose," she greeted. Ray gave a nod in response. Rose replied, "Clara."

The woman greeted Ray and Rose, then turned her attention to the stern-faced man beside them, her gaze softening slightly, "Joshua." Joshua remained stoic, his tone polite yet distant, "Thank you for coming all the way back for my father and grandmother's funeral."

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Carolyn looked at Joshua with a hint of sympathy, "My condolences." Joshua murmured a reply, shifting his gaze away - a clear sign he wasn't up for more conversation. Seeing this, the woman lowered her eyes, her lashes fluttering slightly. She pressed her lips together, said nothing more, and turned to leave. noveldrama

Guests began to trickle out one by one. Joshua didn't see the face he'd hoped for a flicker of

disappointment crossing his eyes. The embrace from that rainy night felt like a dream-so beautiful it seemed unreal. Even after all these days, the warmth of Allison seemed to linger in his arms.

Allison was still recovering, and the doctor advised her against moving around too much. She wanted to go to the funeral, but Javier insisted she stay at the hospital. During this time, Allison texted Olivia.

Sabrina didn't attend the funeral;

ever since Ben's fall, she'd been plagued with nightmares, waking up screaming. Lately, she'd been hoted up at home, receiving therapy. Every few days, Allison would call to check on Sabrina's progress, but Brian always answered, saying she wasn't doing well.

After the funeral, Olivia called back. "Hey, Allie, the funeral's over," Olivia said softly as she walked to her car, filling Allison in on the details. Knowing Allison was curious about Joshua, Olivia whispered, "Joshua seemed okay, nothing to worry about."

Allison breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good to hear." Olivia chatted a bit more until she suddenly caught sight of a familiar face. She froze, her words hanging in the air, unfinished. In that instant, Carolyn approached her, greeting, “Olivia, it's been a while."

"Allie, what's up?" Allison's voice came through the phone, puzzled. "Something came up here, I'll call you back later," Olivia replied. “Alright."

After hanging up, Olivia met Carolyn's gaze and responded, "It's been a while."