A short story. 5 stages of grieving.

Today was Alice's wedding day. But she wasn't getting married. Why you ask? Because her almost-husband is dead. The night before, on their way home from the rehearsal, he got hit by a car. She'd thought she'd dreamed it all, but no. She got up and started getting ready. As she walked in the door to the salon, the owner was in shock. Why was she here? She has to know right?
"I just can't wait to see how my hair turns out. Thank you so much for doing this last minute."
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry." The owner said.
"For what? Today is my day. Our day. I've been waiting years for this day."
"Alice, Jason's dead."
"No he's not. What are you talking about? He's probably still sleeping, silly boy. He should be up, today's the day!"
Alice pulls out her cell phone and begins to call Jason.
"Hi Alice, It's Mary, Jason's mother. I'm so sorry. What can we do?"
"Sorry for what? Why does everyone keep apologizing? Where's Jason?" Alice said, beginning to panic.
"Jason is dead, dear. You were with him when he got hit. Don't you remember?" Mary was crying now.
"No he's not. No. No. No! We're supposed to get married today. It's our day. No! I don't wanna believe it."


She'd gone back to her apartment, the place that she'd spent days cleaning up and rearranging because they were going to live there. There she sat, on the floor, photos of them everywhere. 
"WHY!?" She screamed over and over again.
But no one ever replied, especially the one she wanted most.
"I hate this." She whimpered.. secretly hating herself for not preventing this. If she'd made them keep on walking, instead of checking out the heart drawn on the sidewalk, he'd be alive. They'd be married right now.
The next few hours she took out anger and rage on everyone who came to visit. And they let her, because they didn't know how to help. She was the sweet girl, the one everyone wanted to be like. They all thought she'd gotten the fairy tale love, that kind of love that everyone wanted. But they were all very wrong. This was a tragedy. 


She then began to bargain with herself, and everyone else for that matter. She'd beg them to bring him back, but they couldn't. She bargained with herself, to wake up from this horrible nightmare. But even then, she knew she'd woken up, and there was no going back, or replaying, or hating. 


The next few weeks she fell into a depressive sort of state. She didn't wanna eat. She spent most of her time in bed. Not doing anything. "Far Away" by Julia Sheer became her most listened to song. She knew it by heart. 
"I need you. I miss you. I know you're here, just why can't we be together?" she said quietly to herself one night. She waited and waited for a reply.


The date had come when it was time for the memorial service. They'd waited so long because it was the only time everyone could gather together. Jason had been cremated so it had been fine. Alice had decided a few days earlier that since the song had been sung along to so many times, she'd sing it at the memorial. As she stood on stage, in front of her almost-family, friends, and loved ones, and sang the song, she finally felt acceptance. Something she'd realized she needed. Weeks went on and days grew fast. She'd had a great life. She did end up marrying, but never took off the ring of the once, and always to be, loved Jason.