Not trusting that Alex's guitar wouldn't vanish as soon as she turned her back on it, Maria carried it with her to the front door. It wasn't an easy task, walking while carrying a guitar in one hand and a phone in the other, and the struggle probably would have made her laugh under different circumstances.
"The door's unlocked, so you can just come right in," she said into the phone before even reaching the door, her voice slower and quieter than usual, but not completely devoid of gratitude.
After unlocking the door, she made her way back to her bedroom, sitting down on the floor beside her bed. Alex's guitar was laid down in front of her, quiet and still and beautiful. She thought of the funeral; Alex's body, also quiet and still, but no longer beautiful enough for an open casket. She sucked in a sudden, shaky sob.
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"The door's unlocked, so you can just come right in," she said into the phone before even reaching the door, her voice slower and quieter than usual, but not completely devoid of gratitude.
After unlocking the door, she made her way back to her bedroom, sitting down on the floor beside her bed. Alex's guitar was laid down in front of her, quiet and still and beautiful. She thought of the funeral; Alex's body, also quiet and still, but no longer beautiful enough for an open casket. She sucked in a sudden, shaky sob.