Why? Part 6

He got his way. Somehow, some way, Liam convinced my parents to bury me in Rathduff, where my three remaining grandparents lived.
He knew I'd love to be away from the bad memories. He knew I'd hate to be near Danielle and Roxanne. He knew home held bad memories. He knew, and he understood. And right now.. I couldn't be more grateful that he did.

It was a short funeral. There weren't many people there.. Just my extended family. My parents must've known that I wouldn't want anyone else there.
Well, I wanted Liam.. But where was he? Was he not even going to attend my funeral?
Then a thought struck me.
Does he hate me for hurting him?
But hate me so much that he wouldn't even go to my funeral? That was not like Liam. Or Lindsey, for that matter. Sure, they hurt me by being together.. but they were still my only friends. I wanted them here.
I heard the door of the church creak open, and Liam walked in. He looked amazing.
Okay, so his eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn't slept for ages, and spent all his time crying. But they were still sapphire-blue and perfect.
And maybe his hair should've been combed.. but the messy brown style suited him.
Maybe his skin shouldn't be that pale.. Maybe his clothes shouldn't look like he didn't care.
But I still saw the Liam that I knew, that I loved.. Just grieving. My death had done this to him.
I felt a pang of horror. What had I done?
I knew that I should've talked to someone about my feelings. But Liam never shut up about Lindsey, and my parents didn't care. I couldn't talk to Lindsey.. I never told her anything. I couldn't. Everything I was revolved around Liam. He was the reason I'd lived that long.. To stay for him. But it got too hard. I couldn't drag myself out of bed in the morning any more. I couldn't find the strength to fight back against Danielle. Nothing worked. I thought pain would end with death..
But death only amplified the pain.