Ghost of Joshua

The Funeral

  "Alright guys, I have to leave now. We'll catch up again soon. May he rest in peace." 

"Yeah, sounds great. Thanks for joining us. I'm sure the angels are proud to have him." 

"I'll see you soon, everybody." 

 The group of friends, all dressed in black, had gathered for a funeral. 

Imogen, a beautiful girl with her honey hair straightened, had just turned away to leave. She wore a dress that hugged her figure with flat shoes to match; she held a damp tissue in her hand and wiped her eyes with it. Three more friends stood behind. A tall man, wearing a waistcoat and black trousers, had his arms wrapped around a very short girl with short red hair to match. His silky mousey hair was messy in the wind, and his soft blue eyes were fixed on the sky which had turned pink like candy floss. The girl was sobbing into his chest horrendously. 

 "Shh, it's okay, Brighton. Just let it all out. Nobody here blames you." He muttered to her. 

 By far the most affected though, was Josh. He was very different to Joshua, but very similar in other ways. Although small in height, he had a massive heart which had recently been shattered by the passing of his best friend. He was so hurt; he couldn't even cry. His long chocolate brown hair covered his face, although pain stood out piercingly in his blue eyes. 

 "I'm sorry..." Josh whispered. 

 "Why are you sorry?" Aaron replied with a crack in his usually smooth voice. 

 "I don't know. I just am." Josh sighed and pulled out three chairs for the three that were left behind. They sat down shakily at the table and Josh passed Brighton a glass of champagne, which she took after wiping the tears from her hazel eyes and catching her breath again.They looked around at the garden with blurry vision. Drowsy, watery eyes. 

It was a gorgeous garden with a golden glow from the sun that was now setting. Emerald grass swayed back and forth in the breeze. It had been a warm day, the breeze was very cooling when it did come along. There was a chill about the wind as the day came to a close though. It felt more bitter. 

The group of friends sat at a small circular table with a white cloth over it and champagne sat in the middle. The three chairs were uncomfortable but they didn't care. All they cared about was the loss of their close friend, Joshua.Brighton took a sip of her drink before blowing her nose into a tissue. She found it hard to breathe. Her lungs were tight, restricted. A chilling silence filled the garden. Only the little group were left. Everybody else had already left. Imogen was the last. Brighton looked up at Aaron to see him as stern as ever. This was peculiar after they had both been close, and to not see him upset must have made her confused.

 "Well... We can't sit here and mourn all of our lives. We should do something special in his honour." She looked Josh in the eyes with a forced smile. 

 "What do you suggest?"