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.

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

knew her. She had a way of brightening even the darkest moments, reminding

on her face.” I heard the

a heart as wide as the ocean, and her

îne feel heard and understood, even when I couldn’t find the words to

a special gift, dear friends. She had an innate ability to connect with others, to empathize

else spoke, “I’ll never forget how Riley rallied the community during the floods last year. She organized a fundraiser and worked tirelessly

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

impact was immeasurable. And as we say our final goodbyes, may we remember Riley as the beautiful soul that she will forever be.” After all these heartfelt eulogies, I found myself standing up to share my own memories.” Riley was more

and the way she never failed to bring a smile to my face. Riley was a beautiful soul, and her absence will be felt deeply

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.

forever hold

stories, laughter, and tears, finding solace in each other’s presence. It was a bittersweet moment. But I

life would never be the same without her, but I would honor her

She halted the moment her eyes met mine, and at