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The woman nods her understanding and does her best to ease their tension. “I completely understand. Cremation isn’t for everyone.” She scares a few notes onto her paper and folds her hands on her desk. “Now, I know this is hard, but I just have a few more questions, okay? And we can take a break at any time.” She looks between the two as Larry nods. “Would you like a graveside service, church, or an in home service?”

Larry’s head clouds with uncertainty and he reaches up to rub the tension from his eyes. He didn’t want anything. He wanted his son to be alive and well. “I-I don’t know. I think.. graveside would be preferable.” He says without much thought. How were they expected to do this less than eighteen hours after his death? How was any parent supposed to do this?

       Ally’s distress, which had begun to show itself in form of her previous display inarticulateness, escalates as she breathes in heavily though despite that lungful of air; she felt as if she was suffocating. Everything that had happened over the past twenty four hours, was a lot for anyone to deal with, not including the loss of a child. Add to that, the lack of sleep, and a the easily missed skipping of meals, and it wasn’t too difficult to figure out that the blonde was on the verge of a complete panic attack. “I…” She pauses, her eyes dropping to the floor as she clears her throat and mentally urges herself to move forward with a few attempts at a settling breaths. 

“I agree. Graveside would be alright…” As she looks up at the older woman, the edges of the room dimmed considerably, leaving the blonde to feel as if the walls were closing in around her as she grips tight onto Larry’s hand. “… Excuse me, but I … I … I need a minute.” She blurts out while jumping out of the chair and bolting rather quickly from the room towards the exit. Just as she threw the door open, a wave of nausea slams into her like a brick wall, leaving her heaving as the brisk New York air hits her face.