The day of Belle's funeral had come, a day that I've been scared about but also knowing it's a day I needed. Maybe us finally putting her to rest will give me reason to let go, I don't think the wound will fully heal though but maybe it won't hurt as much. I was finishing my hair in the mirror, hoping my tears would stay away long enough for my makeup not to run off my face. I wore a black knee high dress, that Belle would have wanted to have if she saw me in it. Margret picked it out for me a few days ago while also picking...