Mathew's funeral was slow.
I sat crying alone.
My pain hurt.
It was my turn to talk about him.
I stood in front of hundreds of people.
My eyes red.
And spoke my words.
"Mathew was a brother, son, boyfriend, friend, and so much more. It came to an end unfairly. He wanted a son.. Charlie. He wanted to graduate." My breathe was slipping away.
"He wanted a child. But one thing he left me with here on earth is..." Tears poured down.
"A child."
I moved my warm hand onto my belly, where his fatherless child was growing inside.

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Losing The Lost
عاطفيةMathew is a star quarterback on the high school varsity football team. Straight A senior at Westwood High. Annabelle fell madly in love with him the moment she laid her hazel eyes on his green eyes. When tragedy struck them, they both have to learn...