The bright, Nevada sun beat down on us with thick humidity that made all your clothing cling to your skin like warm glue. It was a beautiful ceremony, even better than my mother's. There were no dreaded cala-lilies telling you, "this is a funeral," but regal roses, lighting mood with the elaborate shades of scarlet.
I stared at the picture frame inside the white fabric bordering the coffin. Belongings filling out where a body would be. They couldn't retrieve the body from the lake. When I heard the news, the pain crushed my ribs like a boulder.
"Hey there, how's heaven? Listen, I'll just come out and say it." I enhaled deeply, trying to calm the rush of emotions in me. "I love you, I've loved you since the moment you became my brother's friend. Every time I see you... my heart flutters, and I can't breathe. I know it's a little late, but at least I told you at all..."
I felt tears threatening to come, so I began to back away, feeling my bare and naked, out in the Nevada sun.
Suddenly, I bumped into something solid, I turned around and there he was, covered in bruises.
