If I fall - S01 E15

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If I fall - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Saturday morning came quickly, and soon Drew and I were getting dressed for the day to head out to the cemetery. I was anxious about it but I figured Drew was strong enough for this, I mean it had been years since her mom had passed. But I knew if she got emotional I would be there for her, just like I was every other time she had needed me to support and understand her.

We had stopped at a flower shop too, picking up a bouquet of carnations because they were her mother's favorite. The drive there was only about fifteen minutes, and we had decided to go early to get a jumpstart on the day. I was excited, and as we drove up to the cemetery I felt my pulse quicken.

Stepping out I felt the morning dew surround us, the sunlight cutting through the trees giving the place a heavenly feel. It was peaceful here, and as I walked alongside Drew I couldn't help but take in how beautiful the place actually was.

This is how cemeteries should be, I thought, taking in the landscaping and the pond on the far side of the acre. I followed Drew down the path, leading us up to a few tombstones and I immediately caught sight of her mom's.

Drew knelt down, placing the vase of flowers on the little holder meant for them. I stood off to the side, not wanting to smother her in this moment. I felt like she could use some privacy, so I whispered, "I'm gonna walk over here, take your time."

She smiled, letting me know she appreciated it as I walked away from her and out of hearing range. I figured she would want to say something to her, whether it be a prayer or something a little more intimate, but I wouldn't hang over her shoulder.

I was here for her if she needed me, but I would give her privacy too.

Walking closer to the pond I saw a family of ducks swimming even whenever the weather was getting chillier. The temperature had to be around the mid-fifties but it was a comfortable chill considering I had dressed in jeans, boots, and a layered jacket. This was probably my favorite time of year, whenever it wasn't too cold but wasn't too hot.

I glanced back at Drew, who was still kneeling down on her mom's grave. She seemed to be talking, lost in conversation with herself. I didn't find it weird at all, and I wondered silently how she had overcome this type of loss. Thinking about losing my mother now frightened me to death, and I could only imagine how that would have affected me if I had been only eighteen.

Drew was a different type of strong, someone who had overcome a lot in her childhood. I didn't know much of her story, but I was getting glimpses here and there. I knew more than most, and that had to mean something. But God it frightened me how damaged she really could be and I would have no idea. She was good at covering her feelings, and I was so worried she did it more often than I realized.

The last thing I wanted was to misinterpret Drew again, because I had done it once before.

As I watched her from afar I noticed she was standing now, but she was still facing her mom's grave. I figured she had gotten out a lot in the past ten minutes so I started walking towards her again.

As I made it a little closer I heard her mumble, "She's amazing, and I wish you were here to meet her."