Michael's point of view

It been three days since June's dad died from cardiac arrest, and I have a wrong feeling in my stomach. It seems that June is pushing me away, whereas she needs me, she needs my support. It's like her body is here, but her mind is gone. She's like an empty shell. I miss her, even if I actually live with her at the moment. She's like a ghost, and she barely talks to me. Do I bother her? Should I stay, or should I go? Maybe she doesn't want me here anymore, maybe she wants to be alone with her family... I don't know, I'm kind of lost right now. I won't leave her in this situation by myself, but if she asks me to leave, then I'll leave, but it would break my heart. 

While I'm getting ready in the bathroom for June's dad funerals, June is in her bedroom, choosing her outfit. When I leave the bathroom and take a look at her, I notice that her hands are shaking, and that she's sweating. 

"June, are you ok?" I softly asked. 

"How can I be ok right now, Michael?" she sternly answered. 

"You look sick, you're shaking and sweating. I'm worried about you."

"Don't be. Are you finished in the bathroom?" she asked me, not making eye contact with me. 

"Yeah..."

While she passed next to me, I grabbed her hand, and looked deep in her wonderful blue eyes and gently kissed her on the lips. She barely kissed me back. When I pulled away, she went directly to the bathroom, and locked herself in it. What have I done? I went to the bathroom's door, and knocked.

"June... I'm confused... It been three days you don't even talk to me, or look at me. What have I done? Did I do something wrong?"

She didn't answer, but I heard sniffles coming from the bathroom. 

"Stop cyring, June. Please... I don't like to see you like this."

"Well, you don't see me right now." she sternly said between sobs.

"Don't be like this! Whatever I've done to you, I'm sorry, ok? I can leave if you don't want me here."

"Well, go ahead, and leave me too! Everybody's leaving me, so I'm use to it."

"Open the door, please..."

"No."

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"Please..." I pleaded.

June's point of view

So he wants to leave me too, uh? Well, I don't care. Everybody I ever loved in my life left me, so I don't give a shit. I'm tired, tired to be left apart, tired to be alone all over again. I don't need anyone. Not anymore. When my dad died, it feels like a part of me died with him. I don't feel ready to love anybody else right now. Not even Michael. Certainly not Michael. He's so perfect that I don't want to feel like shit next to him. I don't deserve him, but I really care about him. He's the best thing that's ever happened in my entire life, so why am I pushing him away? I decided to open the door, wiping my tears away. 

"Do you really want me to go?"

"You'll leave sooner or later."

"No I won't. And you know why?"

I shook my head no, watching the floor. Michael lifted my chin up, and I met his eyes. His beautiful wattery eyes.

"Because I made a promise to your dad, and because I care way to much about you to let you face this by yourself."

I felt another tear rolling down my cheek when Michael mentionned my dad. I can't push him away. My father told me that he would make me happy, as my friend or my lover. Even if I know he will leave me one day, I know he won't leave me now. He is too perfect to do this. I have to trust him.
I gave Michael a tight hug, and rested my head on his chest, crying. 

"I miss him, Michael. I miss him so much that it's difficult to breathe without him."

"I know, I know..." he said, carressing my hair. "You got to be strong. I'm going to face this with you."

"Don't you dare leave me, Michael. I won't be able to bear it if you leave me too..."

"I won't leave you, I promise. I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you,
I'm so glad that I found you
I'll be there with a love that's strong
I'll be your strength,
I'll keep holding on."

As Michael began to sing I'll Be There, my pain seemed to got away for a moment. I looked up at him as he was finished singing, and wrapped my arms aroung his neck. 

"Thank you" I whispered. 

"Anytime" he said, smiling. 

I kissed his nose, then his cheek and then I laid a passionate kiss on his lips, running my fingers through his curly hair. Michael wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, as the kiss began to longer. I felt every inches of his body on mine, and it gave me goosebumps. This man...
I pulled away from the kiss to breathe, and looked at Michael. He had sparkles in his eyes.

"I missed this..." he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. 

Feeling his warm breath on my skin is the best feeling I've ever known. It makes me feel so safe. 

"I missed this too" I admitted, whispering in his ear. "We should get prepared now."

I went back in the bathroom, and put my dress on: a black sleeveless dress which stops just above me knees. With this, I decided to put on the necklace my father bought me when we discovered he had cancer, with an infinity pendant. I remember he told me "Wherever I am, I am forever" when he gifted this necklace to me. I still hear his voice echoing in my head... I'll love him forever. I put on some heart-shaped earings, and did my hair. I decided not to put make up on, considering it will be gone in a heartbeat because of my tears. 

I left the bathroom, and met Michael in the kitchen, drinking some orange juice. He had his disguise on, and he was unrecognizable: he had a mustache, a pair of aviators, his famous black fedora, and a blond wig. He was dressed in a black suit. 

"Ok, let's go." I said, nervous. 

As I reached for the door, Michael opened it for me, and followed me outside. I locked the door, and took Michael's hand. We hopped in the car, and headed to the church. 

Michael's point of view

We were sat at the first row of the church. I was between June, who was holding my hand, and her aunt Jena, Antoine's sister. June was next to her mother, who was blanky staring at the coffin in front of her. She looked so deseperate that it broke my heart into pieces. Losing a relative is the worst thing a human being have to go through.

The priest enterred the church, and stood behind the autidence. There were a lot of people in here. June's dad was loved and admired by a lot of people. I can say he was a great man, even if I have known him for a month. 

"Let us commend Antoine Wellington to the mercy of God" the priest said. 

After that, we all said a few prayers with the priest. It was now time for June to make a speech about her father. I squeezed her hand a little to show her my support, and stood next to the priest. 

"I have always been proud of talking about my father. Just saying his name pleases me and makes me feel fortunate, not only because I was his daughter, but because he was the greatest man on this planet: kind, carring and loving. The best dad in the world. 
My father was a fighter. He went through a lot a things, but never gave up. He was a fighter, and this is what makes me so proud to be his daughter. Nothing was impossible for him, and he always got what he wanted. He would say to me "Come on, do it for me!" with those puppy dog's eyes. "

The crowd laugh soflty, and a little half smile appeared on June's face.

"However, my father was very sentimental and sensitive. When something bad happened to me, he would lock himself up in his room and cry. He gave me so much love and support after my brother, Julian died, whereas he was as devastated as I was. Something I will miss about my father is hearing him giving me some life advice. Despite he was my father, I considered him as my best friend, my confident, and I used to say everything to him, and he would fine the perfect words to ease me, and to make me feel better. I can't even say what were my father's flaws because I don't think he had any. He was perfect to me, and I hope to find a person as perfect as he was."

June looked at me deep in the yes when she said this last sentence, and I gace her a little smile. I hope she didn't notice I was crying behind my sunglasses. 

"Plus, my father was always made sure that we were happy and lacked nothing, not even love. He gave us all he could. He was goofy and awkward, just as I am now, but I'm happy to be this way, because I took this after my father". She marked a pause to breathe a little. She was on the verge of tears, but she carried on. "He never left home without my mother and never let go of her hand. Both of themn were meant to be. My mother was my father's "one true love" as he loved to call her. He was my role model, and both of my parents had exactly the relationship I wish I could have with my one true love.
You know, I have learned many things from my father: he taught me a few weeks ago that love is the most important thing on this planet. Without love, people can't survive. He taught me to be brave, to be strong and to follow my dreams. But the most important thing he taught me, is that family is precious. He taught me and Julian to value the most important things, and to put in second place anything that did not give a true meaning to our lives." I noticed a tear escaping her eye, and her voice began to be shaky when she carried on. "I will miss you a lot, dad, and I hope you keep your word and be with me every day of my life. Take care of Julian there, and tell him how much I miss him and love him too. You were both my anchors, and now I'll try not to sink without the both of you. I'll love you endlessly."

God... That was powerfull. I could not help but cry. Like really cry. It's so beautiful to see how close June and her father was. It breaks my heart because I wish I could have been the same way with my own father, but Joseph won't be like this. I'd rather beat me and tease me, insult me by saying that I had a big nose, that I'm anything like him. I hated him for years, and still do. 

When June came back next to me, she hugged her mom who was crying her heart out. She told her how much this speech was beautiful, and it is true. I've nerver heard something as deep as this speech. Her father must be so proud of her. He raised an amazing, beautiful woman.
Once June took a look at me, I laid my hand on her knee, and wiped her tears away with my thumb. She laid her hand on my shoulder, as the priest read some prayers. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and rubbed her back gently, while she was crying on me.

"He is gone", she whispered to me. 

"But he is still watching over you with Julian up there", I whispered back. 

June took my free hand, and intertwined her fingers with mine. I lightly smiled and kissed her forehead.