(A/n: I listed to say something whilst writing this enjoy! *and have tissues ready*)
Jerome pov
I sat down with the rest of team crafted. I looked around the room. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Kneeling before a coffin stood a woman I assume Jason's mom. She gripped her sons lifeless hand. I looked to my side. Quentin sat with Annie (his gf) crying into her shoulder. Ian had his face bared in to his arms. Ty's face was hidden behind his hair but Adam had his arms around him.
Mitch just looked lifeless. He stared into the distance as a single tear escaped his face.
The funeral started.
I don't remember much just that I didn't cry. Each member stood to say somthing about him. Mitch could barley speak. Then came my turn.
"I'm Jerome. I was with him the night he um" I choked up but help it in "the night he died...." I looked up. "It's funny how our words affect people." I felt a tear fall but quickly wiped it "I bet if I had just listend to him this wouldn't have happened..... he asked for my help and I just blocked him out" I couldn't hold it in the tears blurred my vision as I walked to my seat and rested my head on Mitch's shoulder.
I can't believe he's really gone
