The Love From Vengeance

78: IN MY HEART

LUKE’S POV

I stood at the entrance of the funeral home, my heart heavy with grief. Inside, my beloved cousin Riley lay peacefully in a casket, her young life cut short at just seventeen years old. The room was filled with sorrowful faces and the scent of fresh flowers. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before stepping forward.

I approached Riley’s parents, my aunt and uncle, who stood next to the casket, tears streaming down their faces. I could see the pain etched on their faces, the weight of loss bearing down on their shoulders.

I hugged them tightly, sharing their grief. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I whispered, my voice choked with sadness.

“Thank you, Luke. It means a lot to have you here with us,” My aunt, Sarah replied. That was the name of Riley’s mother. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I nodded, unable to find the right words to comfort her.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” she added, her voice trembling

Taking a deep breath, I slowly made my way to a vacant seat near the front row. I sat down, my eyes fixed on the casket. The pain was really intense.

Memories of Riley flooded my mind her infectious laughter, the way she always had a kind word for everyone, and her vibrant spirit. It was hard to believe she was gone.

As the funeral service began, a soft, somber melody filled the room. I listened to the minister was about to speak about Riley’s bright personality and the impact she had on those around her.

with compassion, began, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to remember and celebrate the beautiful life of Riley. Though her time with us

the somber faces before continuing, “Riley possessed a radiant spirit that brought joy to all who knew her. She had a way of brightening even the darkest moments, reminding us all of the power of

on her face.” I heard the

knew no bounds. She had a heart as wide as the

îne feel heard and understood, even

with understanding eyes. “Riley had a special gift, dear friends. She had an innate ability to connect with others,

the quiet sniffles, someone else spoke, “I’ll never forget how Riley rallied the community during the floods last year.

in need.”

smiled softly, acknowledging her words. “Riley’s spirit of service was boundless. She believed in the power of unity

was immeasurable. And as we say our final goodbyes, may we remember Riley as the beautiful

filled with tears as I continued, “I remember the countless adventures we had together, the late–night conversations, and the way she never failed to bring a smile to my face. Riley was a beautiful soul, and

again, I felt a mix of sadness and relief. Sharing my memories of Riley had brought a small measure of comfort, but the pain of her loss still lingered heavily in my heart. The service concluded with a final prayer, and I joined the procession to the burial site. The sky was overcast, mirroring the somber atmosphere. As the casket was lowered into the ground, I watched, my eyes filled with tears.

would forever hold a special place in my heart.

sharing stories, laughter, and tears, finding solace in each other’s presence. It was a bittersweet moment. But I wasn’t going to spend

Riley’s memory would forever be in my heart. I knew that life would never be the same without her, but I would honor her by living each day to the fullest, cherishing the

She halted the moment her eyes met mine, and at