The Days Before She Died

My name is Lucas Hunt,
The chances are you’ve never heard of me, never met me, and don’t even know who I am. I was a boy; I am now a man, with scruffy brown hair, big blue eyes and a body that all girls adore. This all means nothing to me. I don’t need or want the girls anymore, because the girl I truly love died. Rose is dead. I try not to think of her as dead, because she’s still alive in my heart. I live with the painful thoughts of her death, and the happiness of her smile. It’s the greatest of contradictions. That’s what I remember most though, her smile. But at least I Know that she died a happy woman because of what we did in the days before she died…


20. Day Twenty

Four days were left, and the living corpse was getting a bit livelier, which I thought was strange. I thought that when people were dying they would just fade out. I asked the doctor about this and I was wrong. People normally have a burst of life a little bit before they die. I was making the most of Roses burst of energy.

Rose was dancing around the living room at around ten in the morning, and by lunch she was buzzing with some kind of energy. I was worried and checked the whole castle for any drugs that she might have been taking.

I made us ravioli for lunch, Rose made an effort to try and eat but she couldn’t manage a lot because her appetite was still deteriorating rapidly. Petal was sucking on the pasta and that was amusing. She didn't really know what to make of the pasta, but she loved the seafood that accompanied it. A girl of many tastes, she took that from Rose in a non-biological way.

The day was spent mainly just lazing around because I wanted to see if I could make Roses burst of life last longer than normal. We played ‘The Simpsons Board game’ I hated it, but the girls found it quite good. Petal sucked all the cardboard figures until they were just a sloppy mess on the board and Rose won the game. I lost the game and had to clear up the mess afterwards. So I got no benefit from the game at all. Rose took a bath. That was boring for me... I had to sit and listen to her talk about everything from life to death in a way that I didn't want to. We even made arrangements for her funeral, the day I was dreading. Petal was dreading it too. Even though she was a baby, I think she understood what was happening, because she showed sympathy towards Rose.

We arranged so much about the funeral. It was to be held in the local church exactly a week after her death, whenever that was to be. Rose wanted it to begin at ten in the morning because she said that “There is always fresher air in the morning.” I don't really understand what she meant. Maybe it was that the morning was a brand new start and that by the afternoon people might have already moved in from grieving over her.

Rose was to be cremated, in an exact copy of her wedding gown. Not the real gown, she wanted to pass that down to Petal. A full service was devised by Rose, she even gave me a collection of songs she wanted, in order.

Everything had to be perfect, Rose wanted to be remembered, and this meant a very extravagant funeral. I won’t tell you how it was extravagant. You’ll have to wait for that.

Petal was to wear a little black dress, handmade by the woman that made Rose’s wedding and funeral gown.

I thought that arranging the funeral would be slightly simpler, and yet again I was wrong. There were things I hadn’t thought of, like table cards and pictures to celebrate the life of Rose. I would’ve forgotten even the big things without Rose helping me; I would have forgotten the invites.

It would’ve taken me weeks to plan a funeral, not a few days. And Rose had four days left; she arranged the funeral in one day, as not to waste the rest.

“What else do you want to do today?” I asked as she finished the final plan.

“I don't know it's just that I'm so tired.” She whimpered, shutting her plan book firmly.

“How about a shopping day in... Harrods” I suggested. Rose’s eyes suddenly lit up with joy.

“I’ve never been to Harrods.” She complained.

“It's decided then, we’ll go to Harrods for a few hours.” I announced.

Soon we were in Harrods and Rose was drooling over watches as Petal was dragging toys of the shelf. One of the staff came over to us.

“Hello Sir and Ma’am, can I help you?”The staff member asked.

“No thank you.” I replied quickly. I didn't like anyone helping Rose but me, she was my wife, and it was my job to protect her.

“Lucas.” Rose moaned.

“What?” I asked, but as I turned around to look at her, she was lying lifelessly on the floor.

I remember thinking that it was all over, that the four days would never exist. But after a minute Rose got up from the floor.

“What are you looking at?” She asked the staff member as she was finally on her feet.

“You just collapsed Madame, would you like an ambulance?”

“No.” I snapped, answering for her. Rose looked even more tired. We paid for the watch, and toy before quickly rushing home. 

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