TM: 209 - What are you afraid of? *locked from everyone*
She wore all white. The people that mattered didn't question it and even if they had, she wouldn't have paid them any mind. It didn't matter that it was raining, or that that wretched woman was glaring at her. Angela had threatened not to come at all and it was all she could do to bite her tongue and tell her to stay away. But she couldn't. So she called Sasha and somehow, she and Peter managed to soothe the old woman's nerves long enough for her to agree to make her presence known. Cassandra couldn't control what she did there, but she knew instinctively that Nathan would have wanted her there, regardless.
She's spent hours upon days upon years waiting for this day; this moment. A part of her had always known it was inevitable, but most of the time she had tried to blind herself to it.
Heidi had brought the boys and even though Cassandra has asked her to come, she hadn't expected her to say yes. She also hadn't expected the many hours they'd spent on the phone or for Heidi to be the one to calm her nerves when the day finally came. She gripped the bouquet of red roses in her hand tightly, remembering the first time he'd ever given her roses. It brought a smile to her lips, even as the rain poured mercilessly around them.
Ten years. Normally, ten years was a blink to her. But this ten years? A whole lifetime.
She watched as Peter unfurled the flag and laid it over the casket and then as one by one, the people that mattered paid their respects one last time. When she was the only one left, she set the bouquet gently on top and placed a kiss on the wood.
She wore all white. The people that mattered knew he would have wanted it that way.
She's spent hours upon days upon years waiting for this day; this moment. A part of her had always known it was inevitable, but most of the time she had tried to blind herself to it.
Heidi had brought the boys and even though Cassandra has asked her to come, she hadn't expected her to say yes. She also hadn't expected the many hours they'd spent on the phone or for Heidi to be the one to calm her nerves when the day finally came. She gripped the bouquet of red roses in her hand tightly, remembering the first time he'd ever given her roses. It brought a smile to her lips, even as the rain poured mercilessly around them.
Ten years. Normally, ten years was a blink to her. But this ten years? A whole lifetime.
She watched as Peter unfurled the flag and laid it over the casket and then as one by one, the people that mattered paid their respects one last time. When she was the only one left, she set the bouquet gently on top and placed a kiss on the wood.
She wore all white. The people that mattered knew he would have wanted it that way.