The Funeral

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*The story will continue in Dan POV*

As I arrive at the funeral I saw so many fimliar faces. Phil's mum was crying in the first row to the right of my seat. Louise was in the second row with her family. My mum was there to my left. And so many other of our friens. Of course i was tearing up. Seeing as my best friend died. Why must my life start from shit, go to happiness, then go to shit again? My eyes, all puffy and red, shifted to the cascute. It was open. Blue and green flowers spredded through out the inside. I remembered that I too brought something, but it has to wait because the speakings were beginning. "Today we are here to pray for our young friend Philip Micheal Lester. It's a sad sight to see him past at such a young healthy age. Let's pray." the Paster says in a sad, sorry tone. Everyone bowed their head; except me. I was staring into the blue and white box. Phil's facial expression looked sad. This couldnt be possible Phil was always smiling no matter the situation. I burst into tears. My mum hugs me.

After everyone left and it was just me and Phil's body. I walked up slowly and put my and on his. "I-I-I'm so sorry. I never shouldve drank that night. I couldve drived because I knew were tired. I couldve went by myself. I'm sorry Phil." I took out two things from my pants pocket. A sharpie and the little stuffed lion Phil loved so much. I put the sharpie under his pale hands and the lion next to his head.

That night i woke up to the sound of Phil crying.

The End

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