As the first soil of Gabe's hands touched the surface of the coffin before more ground covered it all to form a low mound, Gabe didn't stop crying during the funeral process, the sky was gray today, a drizzle was falling on the sorrow of many, nature helped to show the shades of melancholy and the death dance of the wind winding between their bodies. The scent of a variety of petals that have peeled off the surface of the ground and become one, no more than the French perfume of roses that Gabe has prepared for Karla.
Gabe stood, swallowing as he wiped her wet face again, Edward faithfully stood beside the girl, they braced one another like a daughter and father of the year. No, Edward and Karla's parting was sad, but Gabe realized that the loss of death was far more excruciating, because she never saw Karla again in the world, her intention of bringing her to Paris was gone, like how the rain started this morning.
Not only in the yard or the roadside are garlands full of flowers, in front of the funerals, and all my condolences for Karla. Gabe has come to realize that her mother was so loved that Karla was a warm, friendly person beside her like taking shelter from a shower of rain and being served hot cocoa.
A picture of her clinging to the center side with piles of different flowers, on the mound and a cluster of petals to cover until the wet brown soil was no longer seen. Gabe knelt, she hugged the with Karla in his eyes, kissing her as deeply as she wanted, exuding the pain that somehow abated—like this morning's drizzle and the clouds in the sky.
"I'm sorry, mom. Sorry if it hasn't made you happy and often troubled you, sorry for leaving you in Paris for so long, I just want you to know that for the whole world, I love you the most. It's too fast and it's a lifetime bomb that turns out—it could explode at any moment, and I'm scared enough to face it, how to live without you after this. How, mom? How can you watch your daughter alone?" Gabe's tears are back flowing, she has quite a stock of crying today, all for Karla.
"I want to make you feel proud, happy, and grateful because of me, but God loves you more, it hurts me, mom. I can't afford to lose. what about tomorrow, mom? I don't hear your voice anymore and much advice from you, but Paris taught me a lesson about standing up for myself, I'm learning to be an adult now."
Gabe stared around, there were still a lot of people in this place, I don't know what they were talking about, but her eyes caught a silent male figure staring at him from a distance, not close, but Gabe knew how they were looking at each other ina straight orbit, watching him closely with a flat dominant sad face.
One question, who was the man who stood between the other mourners, quietly saving his hand behind the pants pocket, intense without even blinking seeing Gabe. For a moment Gabriela shifted her gaze, and as she came back the man was still seeing her, so it was true that Gabe was noticed by a stranger.
Gabe didn't want to care, she kept it in her head. Now she's busy celebrating the loss, her yet another kiss Karla's face in the frame, the woman silently displaying a smile as bright as the sunrise as greeting people, but only a picture, because Gabe's lost.
"Hey, pull yourself together, kid." Edward came on his knees, gently rubbing his trembling daughter's fragile back, Edward realized that even though the whole world was asking Gabe not to cry, to be quiet and everything would be all right—that was nonsense, don't talk, because he would claim that today he was broken and broken. No, you're good at cutting into other people's business, so you don't care if you don't know anything. It's Gabriela, not the rock in the sea that stays sturdy in the busy waves.
"You are a strong woman, Gabe. I knew it, you were tough, tough, and reliable. You are my daughter, be happy today, but be clean tomorrow. I hope so, hopefully not too much," Edward said.
"I'm not asking much, dad. Because losing one has made me feel like losing everything, today and it's probably gonna be the same. I'm not ready, I'm afraid, how I'm supposed to get through the next few days without a mother, if I go back to Paris I call her, exchange messages, and encourage each other. Who would do that to me tomorrow?" Gabriela couldn't fool her worries, she knew all this was complicated, like the saying about finding a needle in the haystack, Gabe has yet to find a way out, his candles were out in the middle of the road, all dark and blind.
"I know you're capable, Gabe. We can start over, just as I said, you can stay with me in Cebu. Your mother did, but your father is here, and I promise not to leave you in any trouble."
Gabriela looked up, saw Edward. The girl shakes her head, everyone's ready to promise a heap of happiness if we're losing, it's a classic, familiar thing, but just how Gabe responds to all this. She shakes has ahead, not refusing, but not deciding for anything, what Edward says is an invitation, one good thing, Gabe only feels he needs to be alone, really alone.
A camel's companion in the desert under unyielding heat, she strode along and was ready to be skinned to death by the sun. Gabe saw no shadow or plans for the time being, yet he needed to heal his heart after losing badly to adverse circumstances.
"I'm ready to discuss this with Jose if you'll come with me to buy. I would love to stay with you, Gabe. Edward said it again, the man's hopes were high enough as if he had just found a diamond tucked away in a pile of white limestone, too miraculous and unexpected, not to take advantage of the situation, but Edward felt he should do it anyway. Despite his breakup with Karla, Gabe is still his daughter, right?
"I'll think of all that later, dad. I need space, give me time." Gabe could not speak freely and makeup has a mind, knowing she was left behind in the Delange mansion, that she would need to pack for perhaps a few days or maybe months before she was ready to accept the situation. Accepting that her mother has left, knowing if life would go on existing or without Karla in the world.
"Yes, of course, I love you. I'll be ready anytime you want, but my door's wide open for you, Gabe. Don't feel alone, dad's the same, we're separated, but it doesn't mean I forget who you are. We can get through it together."
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