Elliott Woods
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Funeral arrangements had been made a couple days prior to today. Going through the details hadn't been easy for the man who was now a widow. He didn't take like of that title when someone told him that. Widow. He despite the title and when he looked it up he hated the definition. He wasn't a widow because he wasn't the woman, still he felt pain to that title. He tossed that dictionary into the fire and proceed to get dress. It was going to be a long afternoon in Australia. Black didn't do good with this weather, by the time he was ready he felt the need to sit in a ice room.
His mother offered to use a charm on him, he decline the offer. A funeral not a funeral if one felt relax instead of hot and sorrow. He took it as it is, Elliott stayed the way he was. There was not point in being cool if the one you had love was gone. "Can you get Carmina and Shaila ready?" His mother nodded and disappeared into the rented villa corridors. Elliott sat down, a few more silent tears drifted down his face. All there was to wait if for the funeral service to arrive with Rosie's body. He had ask for her to wear the dress she wore the night they got accidentally married. He still couldn't believe she was gone.
His mother offered to use a charm on him, he decline the offer. A funeral not a funeral if one felt relax instead of hot and sorrow. He took it as it is, Elliott stayed the way he was. There was not point in being cool if the one you had love was gone. "Can you get Carmina and Shaila ready?" His mother nodded and disappeared into the rented villa corridors. Elliott sat down, a few more silent tears drifted down his face. All there was to wait if for the funeral service to arrive with Rosie's body. He had ask for her to wear the dress she wore the night they got accidentally married. He still couldn't believe she was gone.