I leaned on the door, tears welling up in my eyes again. It baffles me how many times I had cried already, as if I was paying the price for not crying much before this. His fragrance and the essence of his touch lingered, long after he was gone, and it threatened to drive me crazy. A little too crazy, more than I already was.
Like a log, I dragged myself back to bed, fully intending to let myself just wallow in the sadness my heart felt, at least for today.
I watched the sunset in earnest, hoping he was seeing it too, hoping that at least, the hope that I was watching too would heal him. And heal me too. My phone didn't buzz with a message or a call, and I knew he had the right to not call. It still hurt a little and I had to slap my hands every time I reached for my phone. 
I drifted off to sleep on a cloud of my sadness, and when I woke up, it was already 11 a.m. I sat up on the bed for a while, trying to make sense of my surroundings. My eyes landed on the small calendar on the bedside drawer next to me.
It was saturday, and I sighed. It suddenly struck me. Today is Mr. McGregor's wake keeping. I sprang out of bed and ran to the bathroom, immediately washing up. I quickly brushed my teeth and ran out of the bathroom, drying myself up on the way as I ransacked mt closet for a black dress. I thankfully had one, and I ran to the mirror, combed my hair and got dressed.
I grabbed my phone and called Luke. No answer. I called again, but there was still no answer.
He was probably too busy or had thrown his phone somewhere. I called my mum who picked up, surprise in her voice.
"Karla. You just called me now to..."
"Mum, do you know where the Mc.Gregor wake keeping is going to take place?"
"Oh.." She said. "The McGregor mansion. Why?"
"Can you text me the address?"
"Okay, what is this about?"
"Nothing, mom. Just...please?"
"Alright then. I'll text you."
I nodded and dropped the phone, my feet tapping lightly on the floor. My phone buzzed and I immediately jumped out of the house, locking it up.
I hailed a cab and got in, then showed him the address. In around fifteen minutes, we were in front of the McGregor mansion. It was way larger than my parent's and had an ancestral feel to it. Like something you'd see in movies.
I walked out of the cab and walked through the massive gate, my hand nervously clasped in front of me.
I made my way to the large door and rang it. A maid opened up and I smiled at her.
"The wake..."
"Come in," She said to me and opened wider. The atmosphere was solemn, and there was not a lot of people sitting around. The casket was sitting on an elevated stand, and most of them were around it.
A few were crying, but overall, others just seemed a little nonchalant. There was even one at the bar, but I tried to think he was drinking his sorrow away.
I went to Mrs.Catherine who was sitting close to the casket and greeted. She looked at me and I have her a warm smile.
"My condolences."
She nodded and shook my hand. "Thank you."
I walked away from her and looked around, but Luke was nowhere to be seen. I sat on one of the chairs, a little father away fron the rest. I just needed to see Luke before I leave. 
I heard the doorbell ring, and the same maid went to it to open it up. Luke walked in wearing a black hoodie and joggers set, his hair rough like he had come here from the shower itself. 
His eyes were sunken and under it was puffy, and he looked lean. His face was pale and it turned even paler as his eyes fell on the casket.
"Luke. You are here." His mother said, and beckoned to him. 
He slowly walked to her, passing by me in the process. He stopped and turned to me. Our eyes met, and in his was a silent yearning. Almost just like mine.
"Hey." I managed to say. He watched me for a few seconds more, then looked away, tilting his head slightly upwards, as if he was trying to push back tears, then continued on his way. 
My heart sank as he left towards the casket and touched it slowly. He looked about to burst at the seams, his eyes filling up again. I stood up, my heart aching for him. 
"Dad." he said quietly, and touched the casket again. He touched the lid, but it was sealed.
"Mum, I want to see him." He said, his voice teary, yet determined.
"Luke, we talked about this already."
"I don't remember talking to you about my father on his very last day!" He yelled and Mrs. Catherina flinched. "What the hell are you hiding? Why the hell can't we have a proper wake keep because I want even see my dead father's face?"
"His face was destroyed in the accident." Mrs. Catherina said, avoiding Luke's eyes. "I am just protecting you from seeing your father like that."
"Since when have you protected me? Since when have you even cared? I want to see him now! His face is damaged, his body is decapitated, I dont care!"
Mrs. Catherina bit on her lips and looked at him. I knew for sure she was lying, since I had brought him out of the car myself. Luke may have been too out of it to remember, but he saw his father's face then too.
"Luke, if you respect your father, you will not disrupt his wake keep."
Luke laughed. "Look at your cousin over there. Seems his own corpse is lying in the bar. Is this what you call a wake keep!? Because of you, your people, you have not only destroyed my father while he was alive, you are also taunting his body! His corpse! You are making a fool out of his death when you were not even a good wife while he was alive!"
Mrs. Catherina slapped Luke's cheek, causing him to move backwards a little, his back hitting the casket, his hand going to his cheek protectively.
The balance of the casket was broken and it tumbled down in a thud, the seals on the lid broke and the casket came open, with nothing inside.