Chapter 28

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// // hey yo Adam here. okay so I have to apologize for the lack of updates! highschool is o stressful and I recently found out I've been cast in the play this year! we still don't know what character I'll be playing but I know for sure I'm in the play! I will try to update as much as possible but I want you guys to know this story is coming to an end soon :(

ps. lmao this is short I just wanted to post it cause I'm an asshole
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Again I was drinking coffee. Only this time it was practically ice cold not lukewarm. I set the tin mug down on the porcelain vanity on my bathroom, a grimace crossing my face as I swallowed another mouthful of the drink. I gazed into the mirror, studying my features. My round brown eyes were tired and bloodshot, my hair was a shaggy mess, framing my face. My usual warm brownish skin was ashy and grey. I looked like I had lost 10 pounds in a day. I looked sick. In a desperate attempt to tame my messy hair I ran my fingers through it, trying to untangle the strands. After 5 minutes I gave up on my futile attempts.

"Tony?" Jaime's voice called through my silent house.
"Yeah." I replied, my voice horse from crying and barely speaking to anyone.
"Hey." Jaime said simply, from the doorway of the bathroom. I turned and looked at him. He had been crying to. "Come here." He said quietly, opening his arms and enveloping me in a hug. No words were said for a good 5 minutes as we hugged. When we pulled away he asked me if I was ready to go to the funeral. "Yeah." I replied. My mother was already at the grave yard, helping the Fuentes's prepare the funeral. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose two children in a few months. It must have hit them very hard.

As Jaime's beaten up hatchback pulled into the parking lot I felt a lump in my throat form. "Fuck." I mumbled, getting out after Jaime and quickly burying my face in his neck like I used to with Mike. Jaime didn't say anything he just hugged me back, slowly and soothingly rocking from side to side. "Cmon," He whispered, "You can do this."
I nodded and pulled away to find that Jaime was crying too. He quickly wiped his eyes before following me through the large black gates.

Unlike Vic's funeral where the sky had been cloudy, it was sunny, and warm just how a spring day should be. Mike once told me that his favourite weather was a warm spring day. I sighed and waited for the ceremony to begin.

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