Tears stain my checks as I sit in the bathroom stall of a small church. Everything I had, shattered like a broken window. I was no longer myself. I felt like I was no longer alive. The tears finally stopped and I felt cold. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing. "Why Why Why!" I screamed out. The bathroom door opened and I held my breath, not wanting anyone to know I was here. "Anne." The voice called out in a sad tone. "Anne are you in here?" ����������
� It was Mrs. Moore the priest wife, she must have come to tell me that there going to go to the cemetery now. Her steps became more louder as she stopped by my stall and knocked. "Anne if you're in there please come out." How did she know where I was, was I that obvious. "Anne its time and it would be best if you were there." I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything. Even if I wanted to the lump that formed in my throat stopped me. She knocked again, "Look, I know it's hard to loss a loved one and I know it hurts but as time pass you'll get over it, you'll see. And it'd be for the best not for the worst."
What is she talking about; I'll never get over him. He was the love of my life, everything in a guy you could ever want. There is nobody in the world who could replace him. I started to cry again, I don't know why, but they just started coming. The more I tried to stop myself the more the tears kept on coming. I could hear Mrs.Moore walking to the sink and turning on the water. I didn't know why she was doing that but before I know it she crawled underneath the stall and stood up right in front. My eyes were to watery to see but she had something in her hand and she handed it to me.� I grabbed it and without thinking wiped my face with it. It was a warm wet towel, I dabbed my face with it until the tears slowed down and I was sobbing again.