The bedsheets are pulled back tightly and the pillow sits perfectly in line on the head of the bed. Julian sits on the chair and his hands are so tightly squeezed together that his knuckles are turning white. A nurse walks in and shows us the way out. The funeral will be held on this coming Tuesday, Julian explains.
"What happened?" I ask.
"They don't know, and they don't want to know. It was quick and he wasn't in pain in the last moments they said. I wasn't there." He says with a flat tone.
I call the first taxi I see, pull out a twenty, and hand it to Julian.
"Go home. Take off Monday." I say, as he takes the bill.
He mumbles thanks and gets in the car. The taxi driver asks where he wants to go, and he gives him his address.
"Maybe we should stop trying to solve this. People just keep dying." Julian says.
"I guess." I say. The taxi drives off and I stand there on the sidewalk for a while. I'm not sure how long it was, but I drift off across the road and find my way home in the early hours of the morning.
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A/N
hey guys
sorry about the really bad last chapter!!! I'm going to write a epilogue on the bus to school! I've been busy (and still am) studying for half yearly and assignments so I haven't had a lot of time to write. I also haven't had any really good ideas, but stay tuned. the epilogue should be posted this afternoon sometime. bye 😄
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