For the Love of Vee
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 45: Yaron
Vee wanted a private funeral, attended only by a handful of friends and acquaintances. She refused to turn Luke’s death into a media spectacle and didn’t want anyone from Los Angeles there.
The ceremony was brief. I was surprised to see some of Luke’s neighbors. Our small group included Daniel, Barnaby, the cook and maid Vee had hired to care for Luke, and a few old classmates, including Natalie. I had no idea who had informed them about his passing or the service. It caught me off guard—most of them had never even met Luke. Some had probably bullied Vee or me in the past, or been the ones who once painted “crazy” on her mailbox.
My parents and sisters were also present, but they barely acknowledged me. Only Hannah waved at me.
Vee moved as if she were sleepwalking. She wore a black dress she had bought the day before. Daniel and I were both in dark gray suits. Mine was older rather than new, and my tie was a bit too wide. We were pallbearers.
The funeral felt like it lasted an eternity. Lowering the casket, the reverend’s speech, Vee tossing a single flower into the grave, the awkward condolence line—I wished people would just leave her alone. One of our former classmates even tried to take a selfie with her before I shoved him away.
By the end, Vee was leaning heavily on me, and I could tell she needed to sit. We found a bench, and I wrapped my arms around her protectively. She buried her face in my shoulder, crying softly.
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