*** Vic’s Pov ***
I got home a day before the funeral, and I was surprised how well Kim was taking things. I don’t know if it was because she was in denial that she was really gone, or if it was because she just had so much to do – with the funeral and all, that she just didn’t have any time to think about it.

Pierce the Veil cancelled the rest of the tour, apologising to the fans for doing so and assuring them that we’d make it up to them. All the guys wanted to be there for Kim, and she was incredibly grateful for it. I decided I was going to shower and get dressed then let her relax for the night before tomorrow.

I drove over to her house, smelling pasta being cooked as soon as I walked into the house. I smiled as I seen my little Kimberly behind the stove and she was singing along to a little song by herself and was cooking dinner for her, Taylor and I. I put my bags down in the living room before running up behind her and wrapping my arms firmly round her. She sighed into the feeling of me cuddling her, it was nice to see a smile on her face.

“You’re home.” She said, in a soft calm voice.

“I am baby.” I said, kissing the back of her neck. “You need any help with anything?” she shook her head and sat me down on the chair next to the table and kissed my lips before going back to her meal. Eventually it was served and we all sat around the table with small talk.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow babe?” Taylor asked the question both of us were scared of the answer for.

“If I’m honest, I’m more scared about my speech, there’s so many people going! I’ve never spoke in front of a large crowd before… but I think I’ll be okay. Emotional, but okay.” She smiled, reassuring us both.

*** Kim’s Pov ***

I’d finally finished cleaning the dishes that we’d all used and I put the TV and everything off, before going into my room and lighting some candles. I noticed that Vic wasn’t in the bedroom though; I shrugged it off and sat on my bed, feeling sleepy already. Tomorrow is going to be such a long day.

“Babe!” I heard Vic shout from the bathroom. I groaned and got up from my comfy position on the bed and walked to the toilet.

“Vic! You didn’t have to do this baby!” I squealed, Vic really is the sweetest. In the bathroom was a warm bubble bath, scented candles, brand new fluffy towels (my favourite) and calm music playing. I couldn’t believe how much he was spoiling me.

“Shhh, yes I do.” He grinned. “Let me know when you’re in the bath and I’ll come in and keep you company. And I’m going to give you a massage after the bath too. I want you extra relaxed, you need a good night’s sleep baby.”

The Next Morning.

I woke up from the most peaceful and nightmare free sleep in a while due to the annoying sound of my alarm. I groaned and sat up, turning it off. I heard Vic singing in the shower and decided to go make us both coffee. We need as much caffeine as we can get today. I stretched out, hearing my bones click and stood up and went into the kitchen. I made us coffee and brought them back to my room, sipping on mines. I didn’t have an appetite though, how could I?

The nerves for today were really setting in. I couldn’t believe this was happening, so soon. My mum was so young, it just sucks. I got out the outfit I had for the funeral and sat it on the bed, taking out Vic’s outfit also and setting it on the bed. I sat down in front of my mirror, I definitely needed makeup. Not that it would be a good idea to wear it, but nonetheless I need it. I put a thin layer of foundation on, padding on my powder. It was taking me so long to do all of this, purely because the sooner I was finished getting ready, the sooner I had to leave. And I didn’t want that. Not one bit. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, I don’t think I’d ever be, to be fair. I put eyeliner and mascara on my lids and took my long straight hair out from its bun. I brushed through it and Taylor walked through, already ready and sipping on some coffee of her own.

“Want me to do your hair babe?” she asked and I nodded. I had too many thoughts going round my head now, the butterflies in my stomach dancing, but definitely not in a good way.

“You know that song, Amelia? By Tonight Alive?” I asked and Taylor nodded. “It’s cheesy as hell but there’s a line from that in my speech. No one will notice it unless they listen to them, but still.” I smiled, thinking about the speech that is now permanently in my brain. The speech no one wants to give.

“That’s really nice, Kimmy.” She smiled, twirling a piece of hair into the curlers. I smiled and nodded, my way of thanking her.

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After taking forever, I was finally ready, as was Vic. I turned to him and gave a weak smile. “I can do this, right?” he nodded and hugged me. I nodded towards him and we left the house and to my stepdad’s house.

“Kimmy, honey, your mum wanted you to have this necklace. I always remembered her telling me about it, but I couldn’t find it for the life of me, until last night I remembered where it was.” My stepdad said, placing the necklace round my neck. Here come the tears already.

“Oh my god, I used to adore this necklace. I love it, it’s perfect.” I said, holding it in between my fingers, admiring it. Vic smiled at me and I smiled back. I love that she gave this to me.

The whole funeral went by in a total blur… that is until it was my time to speak. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the coffin. It was just sort of haunting, that she was lying there, in that box. Unable to move, or speak, or do anything at all. She was just… there. I just couldn’t believe she was actually gone. I heard my brothers finish their speech and I knew that was my queue to get up. I pushed myself up off of the chair, forcing myself to get up and do this. I felt so awkward, I hate speaking in front of people.

“First of all I just have to thank every single one of you in this room for all the things you have done for us. Whether that has been throughout my mum’s life, her treatment or sadly, her death, thank you to all of you. It’s amazing the support we’ve had from all of you and we appreciate it more than you can understand. Second of all, I think everyone in this room knows how amazing my mother was. I don’t have to tell you all of that because you should already know. No one is better and will ever be better, than my mum. To me anyway. My mum was my best friend, my role model, my shoulder to cry on, my everything, really. And it hurts me more than I can express that she’s gone. I won’t get to do so many things that most mother and daughters get to do. Because, you see, I feel that mothers and daughters connect differently. I feel that we connect through doing things like your mum being your teacher in how to care for your first baby; she’s the handbook, if you like. And she’s the one who you talk to and get excited about for getting married. She’s the one that walks you down the aisle, with your father. She’s the one that you have by your side no matter what. She’s the one that is your very best friend throughout your whole life. And I’ve lost mine, and the sadness it brings me is something I can’t even fathom myself. I just feel totally and utterly lost without her. But that being said, my mum did live a happy 56 years. She was such a good soul; she would do anything for anyone and would care for others first before herself. She’s going to be very sorely missed, not only by me but everyone in this room. And may she rest in peace, she well and truly deserves it. I love you mama. You'll always be perfect, you'll always be beautiful and our hearts will never forget you.” I said, and I blew a kiss in the direction of the coffin with her photo next to it, before all the treatment, when she was happy and healthy.

We got home from the funeral and I collapsed into my bed, crying my heart out. I couldn’t stand this. I really just couldn’t stand it. Vic came behind me and spooned me, not saying a word, not doing anything but comforting me. He held me so close, kissing my hair and just simply soothing me. Eventually I felt my sobs get quieter and less frequent, until eventually there was nothing. I was sound asleep. I actually felt peaceful for a moment. But I know it won’t last.

Notes

Title credit: Amelia - Tonight Alive.

So this chapter really did hit close to home for me, as my mum has been informed that her cancer is terminal and it really, really broke my heart. So apologies for all my late updates, I've literally not been in the mood to even get up in the morning. It hurts so much, knowing that my mum, my best friend, won't be here one day. And it'll be sooner than I ever wanted it to be. :(

However, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)