Michael's POV: I've been moping around Neverland for a week. I cancelled a few shows so I could cope with this. I feel terrible. I was contacted by Jenna's family and asked to attend her funeral. I put on a black tux, fedora, and sunglasses before leaving. The whole drive I was silent. Usually I practice singing when I drive, but not now. I arrived at the funeral home to see people outside, crying. I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. When I got to the door of the funeral home, a couple came up to greet me. "Michael, I'm Stephanie Davidson, and this is my husband, Joe." The woman said. I shook their hands. "Nice to meet you two." I said. "I just want to say that you made Jenna's last few moments worth living, and the fact that you risked your health to save her is all I can ask for. Thank you so much." She said with a tear rolling down her face. "No problem." I choked, trying my hardest not to cry. I walked into the funeral home and into the room where Jenna's service was being held. I walked up to her casket, trying to hold the tears back. Her blue wig was straightened, she had red lipstick and black eyeshadow, just like when we first met on that country backroad. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. I bent down and kissed her forehead. It was cold, which brought even more tears to my eyes. "I love you Jenna, I was too much of a coward to tell you." I choked out. I walked to my seat. As the service progressed, I had to try my hardest to hide my pain. On the outside, I was calm. On the inside, however, I was a mess. I wish R.I.P. meant "Return if Possible." I really want Jenna back. When the service was over, I left, silently. I felt that if I would have talked to anyone I would have been a wreck. When I returned to Neverland, I went into my room, and let everything out. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I cried my eyes out. I wish I would have said I love you, it was three simple words, but I was too much of a coward. I love you Jenna, I always will...•
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I Just Can't Stop Loving You
أدب الهواةJenna Davidson has had the worst few months of her short 23 year life. On March 15th, 1991, she was diagnosed with a rare form of Leukemia. The worst part of all this is that she only has , at the most, until the end of the year to live. But she cou...
