I woke up on the day of the funeral and decided to call Zoe. "You're going to the funeral today right?" I ask when she picks up. "Yeah" " Okay good. I didn't want to go alone." I say with a slight fake chuckle. Ever since Ashton passed I can't help but get the feeling he needs me.
We get to the funeral home and the first thing I see is Ashton's lifeless body lying there clutching on to fake flowers. He's in a fancy suit and his hair is slicked to the side. He looks...fake.
When the service started, most of the people were crying but Zoe and I sat there with strait faces. After the service, we went to the cemetery where he would be placed. His grave stone read 'Ashton Pierre older brother, son and friend. A teen who died to soon.'
When he was buried, I placed a note next to his gravestone telling him everything I felt. "It just isn't fair." I tell Zoe. We sat there for a little just staring. Why him? That should be me not him.
"I can't sit here anymore it's..... it's to much for me." I eventually said. Zoe agreed and we left the cemetery.
