Backwards by ameliamcfloyd (top android ebook reader .txt) 📖

April's presence. She wept silently. Tears ran down her face. She felt guilty April compared, even so, that April, she would never lie, and she also had concerns that it April worse off than she admits.

It was well after midnight when Vivienne went to bed and trying to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day - morning at 15:00 was Celeste's funeral. She tried to sleep, but she could not. It's just too much in the last three weeks passed and there was Michael! A wonderful man, she thought, and somehow he has done it to her. Only towards 03:00 in the morning she fell asleep in earnest.

Vivienne slept very restless, constantly, she woke up and went to the new. "What did I say April?" And "In what connection are April and Marcus each other?" Goods have been questions they are asked again and again by the new. But the news about Celeste's death, which were broadcast on CNN, threw her on many unanswered questions.

The phrase, "... during the autopsy of the corpse of Whinchurch Celeste, the daughter of the president of Bank of America could have bite marks" appeared to her somehow not credible and left her a pale aftertaste.
Which bites? In New York there are no wild animals.

You just could not make sense of it, as Celeste is actually died.

Vivienne heard only by the way her mother's voice calling out to her.

"Vivienne, honey hurry up, we'll be too late to Celeste's funeral," she urged her daughter.

"Yes, Mom'm ready." Vivienne replied absently.

Vivienne went into the living room and waited for her siblings Flora and Vince.
After flora and Vince is time left, now, all - dressed in black - left the penthouse to now make their way to Celeste's funeral. They walked to the elevator that brought the Turners on the way to the garage. Down there, they ran a piece until they finally arrived at his parents' Maybach 57 and then boarded. Howard went to the funeral of Celeste.
A two-hour drive ahead of them. Vivienne was the track before eternally long, in part because because her dad drove a lot slower as. Vivienne asleep and slept until they arrived at the cemetery, where the funeral took place. When they arrived now, already a lot of people were present. Among the mourners was located the closest relationship and April was among them. After they all talked to each other, the priest announced that the funeral has begun.
They all got together then closer to the white coffin, which was adorned with white lilies and callas. Vivienne saw April and also saw Vivienne.

Both remained rooted to the spot, and Vivienne with sobbing and whispering voice broke through the wall of silence.

"Please forgive me," she pleaded with April.

In April, the disappointment and uncertainty were still deep and did not answer her.
She then went on with her parents and siblings on. The Conversation stopped and everything was quiet. Not even birds chirping could be heard. It seemed, as the birds themselves would mourn on the trees. The congregation rose from their seats venerable. A large ivory casket soon appeared, which was carried by four bearers forward. No, the pallbearers was showing even a shred of emotion. It looked almost professionally, although they all knew each other well Celeste. But in them indoors, the sadness left by Celeste an emotional battlefield. The pallbearers were Damien, Celeste's father, Marcus, their longstanding relationship, Howard, and Vivienne's father Damien's old school friend, and Meredith, her sister. Celeste is now buried.

As they all sat in their seats and were calmed somewhat, the priest began to speak:

"We have gathered here today to say goodbye to a beloved and important person of our earthly existence. We adopt gathered around a man ... in a period by the death nor too far away and seemed to be much too early retired from our lives. We have gathered to say goodbye to our beloved daughter, friend and sister Celeste Whinchurch. Celeste was a man full of life and a lively personality. You always knew to give advice or help in trouble geratenen others. She was a person who is always dependable and sincere gone through life. Celeste will always remain in your memory in our hearts. May you rest in peace. "

While the priest held the eulogy, she could not hide all her tears. Vivienne turned discreetly to April and heartbreaking as she sobbed. The Vivienne knew from April not because it is normally the type of person who rarely sheds tears.

Vivienne could not stop crying because she appeared again before the eyes of those images. Everyone put a subject that for Celeste herself or her preferences were grave.

Meanwhile, they all went to the wake, and Vivienne, their parents were on the way.
"Want to stay on, or come with us," she asked her daughter.

"Are you angry with me if I stay a bit at Celeste," she replied.

"Oh darling, do not go yet, quietly and just come to us later," answered Roselyn and gave her daughter a kiss.

"Thanks Mom," she said.
Vivienne lit a cigarette and pulled it thoughtfully.

"A fine speech, is not it?" Said a male voice.

It was located directly in their vicinity. She turned around to see who it was and saw someone in front of him, she was least expecting it, Michelangelo!

"Michelangelo? What you see here for a surprise! What are you doing here? How did you know this am, "she asked him confused.

"I like to spend time in cemeteries, I find these places of quiet beautiful, I know it sounds crazy! I must admit that I was thinking of you and it was pure gut feeling to be here at the same time. I had not even thought to find you here, "he answered her.

Vivienne could see it, that on one hand a sympathy towards Mike felt, even though he was so foreign to her ... She had to admit that they are also a little afraid of him.

"Glad to see me, you," he said with a deep look.

A shy little smile he flashed in his face.

"I feel the same way!" Vivienne replied, looking at him long.

Then she walked away from him without saying goodbye. Vivienne joined their parents to the funeral feast. But Vivienne got nothing down.
April also saw Vivienne seat at the table, went to her.

"What was wrong with you yesterday? You were so different, so I do not know you, "she asked gently April.
April was still very hurt about Vivienne's reaction and showed it to her clearly.

"Who is my honesty in question has not earned me as a friend! But if you look at my history, you probably do not believe me anyway, will still want to listen to me then come on Sunday! Have a nice day, "she answered rudely.

Vivienne was still distraught when she was returned to her parents.

"Mom, please do not get me wrong, but I can not stay here anymore, I hope you understand me," she whispered to her mother.

Vivienne's mother was surprised by the reaction to her daughter what she did not show it.

"We'll be at home," she said in a whisper.

Vivienne took place next to her parents and siblings.

About an hour passed and she thanked, climbed back into the car and set off on our way back home.

Only then, fell to Vivienne that Michael near the cemetery where the funeral service will take place had his estate.

The Turners drove home in silence. Vivienne was also upset to talk to you.

Two hours later they were back home again. Howard parked the Maybach in the garage and all went together in the lift they brought directly into the penthouse. Once home, all spread in their usual premises. While Howard Roselyn us remained in the living room, flora and Vince and Vivienne went to their rooms.

Vivienne stayed only briefly in her room, then went to the roof terrace. She thought about it and had to admit that April was right. You owe it was April, listen to their story to end.

Immediately after she got home, she picked up the phone and called April.

"Hello?" Welcomed her friend April.

"Hello, I'm April, Vivienne! How are you? "Said Vivienne.

"How it should go to me? I am still very sad about what happened to Celeste. "April answered kinked.

April was in this moment of surprise that Vivienne inquired about her health.

"I feel the same way! I also just wanted to say that you're right with everything. When you have time on Sunday, "she said Vivienne.

"Nice to see you showed insight, just be there on Sunday, ok?" Replied April her.

"Thank you! To Sunday. Ciao! "Goodbye Vivienne from her.
The conversation ended and Vivienne hung up.

It was already about 22:00 clock as Vivienne back with a mojito in hand which went to the roof terrace.

She thought about the day.

When she suddenly felt that she was no longer alone on the rooftop terrace of her penthouse. Intuitively, she turned to my left and saw that Mike was standing beside her.

She was startled to it again and again and each time she almost dropped the glass. Vivienne lipped, although quite fast because it is used quite apparently never mind.

"Hello Vivienne," Mike said with a big smile on his face.
With the same smile on her beautiful face she greeted him well, but this smile was because of their uncertainty rather as mounted.

"Glad to see you again!" Vivienne gave him to understand.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied to her with the same, THIS view when he first saw Vivienne.

"Do you fancy a walk," he asked finally.

Vivienne looked at him. Inch by inch.

"Sure, why not?" She finally agreed.

The two then met outside Vivienne penthouse and took a walk through the bustling nightlife of New York.

"What do you think of a coffee and then we sit down on a park bench?" She suggested.

"I hold a good idea," he affirmed it.

The two went to the nearest Starbucks, got some coffee to take home and a short time later sat on the park bench with a view of the Hudson River.

Her eyes were fixed on the Hudson River and looked relaxed in the upcoming sunset.

"How did you get my phone number, and how did you know where I live?" Vivienne asked him.


Michael worried questions, but could before Vivienne was suspicious, hiding his nervousness in front of her.

"Your girlfriend April has talked in his sleep a lot and has since also mentioned your full name. And as for your home? Why is there the telephone directory? "He lied without batting an eyelid.

"Oh, like you're right!" She replied.

"As April came to you?" Asked Vivienne.

"I was very close to April found half-naked! She was fast asleep. Since I have only worn them over his shoulder, then I drove it to me and then she went to bed in our guest room. "Replied Mike.


"What are you doing in Central Park," she asked him further.

"I'm here like walking at night, when I'm not enjoying my rest in the cemetery." He answered her.

Vivienne looked at him with raised eyebrows, but not arrogant, but rather to a puzzled look from top to bottom.

Michael smiled.

"Yes, I know, I crazy