Maryann was scared to attend the funeral, not because she was afraid of the dead but because she was afraid to see him again, the son of the deceased. She wouldn't miss the funeral for nothing. The man was like a second father to her and for years growing up she dreamed of one day becoming the man's daughter in law. When she looked down at hom, she still saw the loving kind father figure that he was and her heart hurt for him. He wanted to wait to see his son Greg again just one more time but it' hadn't been that way. She remembered clearly the last conversation they had and she still wished that she could somehow fulfill the dead man's wish but she knew it wouldn't happen.<br/><br/>Still when greg walked in, she found herself unable to resist his presence and made her way over to him. "Greg, I'm so sorry for your lost." She didn't wait for him to react before she wrapped her arms around him and brought him in for an embrace. "I'm glad you made it to the funeral too." She whispered those words into his ear. "Your father would be happy to know you came. He missed you so much."  She wished she hadn't said the last sentence but it had been the truth.<br/><br/>Maryann pulled away and composed herself once more smiling softly at him. She looked down avoiding eye contact for much longer. Greg had been her best friend growing up and then somewhere in between being a kid and a teen, she started to develope feelings for him but as it was her luck, he never noticed her. "Was the drive alright?"