Milly

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It has been all over the news. The crash. The lives taken. The end.

2 weeks later

I go down to the church in my black dress, silently crying.

I sit next to my favorite person to sit next to in the world. I wave hello before I set my bag to hold my seat and go up to the casket. I look at her and a small smile grows on my face. She looks so beautiful and peace ful.

Another tear falls.

I go and sit back down. She is crying.

"Shhh, it's okay." I say as she sobs into my shoulder.

"No, it's not. She's gone!" And with that the sobbing comes.

I pat her back. "Shh. Don't cry McKenna. Don't cry. It's gonna be alright."

The end

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