A week passed and Callum still felt the same. Still awful.
He put on a shirt with a black jacket and looked at himself in the mirror. He tucked into his pocket a small piece of paper, folded several times, on which he had written a speech.
He didn't know what to expect from the funeral, he didn't know who would come there, he didn't know his family.
"Callum, honey, we're on our way."
His mother smiled encouragingly at him. Her smile was fake, as was her pity and respect for Daniel. He didn't want them to come, he hated them for what they could tell his destined love.
Both his however, the parents accompanied Callum and acted like a normal family that supports their offspring in everything.
The first thing Callum saw was a woman about the same age as his mother. Blonde boy didn't feel at all comfortable here, all the people who came were so fake .Maybe except for the one lady he saw right away like first.
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Why do you care?
Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
