The funeral for Lily was quiet and small. I managed the whole funeral should be at the cemetery, I didn’t want it to be in a church. I don’t really know why I made that decision. It was attended by us. Me, Alice, Ed, Bette, Jenny, Tina, Dana and Kit. My friends who knew Carmen and I. Chase flew in from London. Some of Carmen’s friends that I haven’t seen for a while and I saw that one familiar face, the face that was in my New York apartment on the day that I proposed to Carmen. I couldn’t help but gave her a cold look and she knew. She knew that I knew what happened between the two of them. Later, I also I found out she’s been visiting Carmen at the hospital. I made no last words at the ceremony. There was none that had to be said. I’ve said all I had to say in that damned room. That, it is going to be hard living my life without her and that I love her and always will. It’s all been said. I thought of Carmen and when she wakes up all she has left of Lily is this grave stone.

After everybody left the cemetery it was only me and Alice. To be honest with you, we haven’t spoken much. She’s been asking me how I was and been feeding me at my place. She brought a bag filled with her clothes and of course her laptop, on the day we got back from the hospital. She stayed at my place without asking me, but she knew I needed her and if she didn’t I would have asked her anyway. I think she doesn’t know what to say to me and I understand that. Having her near and close to me… this is what I need right now. Her presence.

One day before Lily’s funeral I went to the hospital by my self. I went to see Carmen and how she was going. The doctors said that the swelling in her brain has reduced and once the swelling has gone completely down then only she could start using her brain again. That would make her out of the coma. There’s more of explanation and scientific stuff that was said to me, but all I wanted to know is she’s going to open her eyes again. I got in there and was surprised there was a figure sitting down next to the bed. I’ve figured who it was and she turned around and faced me now. She stood up and let go of Carmen’s hand that she’s been holding. “I’m… I’m sorry…” She said to me. Honestly wanted to throw her across the room. “Uhm… I’m Tasha, Carmen’s friend… I don’t know if you remember but we met a while back ago…” The model said with a definite English accent. “I remember…” and shook her extended her.