Everyone was dressed in black. They walked around crying, and hugging each other.
No one noticed the girl with the long brown hair, with the slight tanned skinned girl, sitting next to the window.
She constantly talked to the people in her head. Tears went down her face, but they kept telling her to keep it in, because only fools and idiots cried. She was not gone to be called a fool or idiot, but she couldn't help it. Her godmother died. How was she supposed to not cry?
She cried even more.
She was definitely a fool.
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The Funeral
Short StoryThat day, she met Him. That day, he left her. That day, everyone mourned over two deaths.
