Melissa's POV
I attend Phoenix's funeral.
His casket is closed, which kills me. I can't see his face one more time.
I can't say goodbye.
I miss him. I miss how went off constantly with his messages, I miss his jokes that never failed to crack me up.
I miss hugging him, taking selfies with him; the sound of his laugh, the smell of his cologne.
I miss the little things.
My life feels empty without them.
I want him to come over to my house on a rainy day. We'll listen to Ariana Grande, watch Pretty Little Liars, and eat Nutella.
I want him to come back.
*Note: All bands, TV shows, and foods mentioned in this chapter do not belong to me.
