Cold. Emptiness. Those words didn't even come close to how I was feeling. I stood in front of the casket of my best friend motionless. The amount of tears flowing down my face caused all sense of sight to fade away. Everything was blurry. I couldn't bring myself to look. Every now and then I would get a hug from someone or a comforting hand on my shoulder. None of it mattered. My best friend was gone.
I stood there, a chill up my spine. How could this have happened. How could my best friend be dead. I didn't even get to apologize to her. It's my fault she's dead.
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RomanceEverything was going smoothly, and I guess that was the problem. We had never had a fight. And in the end, that fight destroyed us. When the death of Aubrey Jane Watson's best friend occurs just three weeks after a major fight between them, everyone...
