Ann's POV;
It's the day of the funeral, so far my only friend that's been trying to help me through this isn't here with me right now. I'm back in Kentucky with my mom, my other friends have been coming around, trying to help me too.
H: how are you?
A: horrible, I wish you were here right now. I could use your hugs atm
H: I'm sorry, I wish I was there too. Everyone is worried about you.
A: why?
H: you think his whole death is your fault
A: it is! I told him to drink his life away, and he did. He got drunk and got in a car accident. I made him die. And you know what else? I didn't even tell him, I love him before I left! He probably thinks I hate him. But now I think myself
H: Ann he knows you love him, and you didn't mean it. He loves you and is watching over you, none of this is your fault!
A: then why does it feel like it is?
H: I don't know, but I know it isn't. You didn't shove the bottle down his throat, you didn't make him get in that car. It's not your fault.
A: will I ever heal?
H: yes but it'll take sometime, and I'll be here with you along the way.
A: thank you, I gotta go now.
I walked in the chruch building with my mom, we sat in the front with my, grandma and grandpa.
