CHAPTER 12 (part A)

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Roxy's POV

''And the God will take him to the Heaven.He will live with those angels in the sky.He will see you and follow you.He will try to save you from troubles.Rest in peace Brent Stockings,Amen...,,

Then next day,me and his parents decided to have a memorial for him,to tell him our last wishes and goodbyes.

Why I had a feeling,that I was seeing everyone on his memorial last time in my life...

First talked Brent's childhood friend who was from New York.He was tall,light haired and muscled man.

''I cant remember not knowing Brent,not having him as a friend,as my brother.He was the first person I knew long enough,that I felt I could be angry with,that worrying I was gonna lose him.And make me feel like something was gonna last,and you need that.And especially when you're a kid,,he finished his speech and then I decided to talk.

''Friends can be hard on you,maybe they expect more from you,than from strangers.Strangers pretty much see you,the way,you want them to see you.We cant fool friends,that's how we make some friends,,I took a deep breathe and continued my speech.''When you do something like this,a memorial,that's probably because you don't understand what happened,so you pay flowers and you pay candles.And somewhere in the middle of that work,you stop crying.I guess that's the point,, I couldn't carry my tears and wanted to leave,but my parents stopped me.

Suddenly Vivian stood there to talk.

''We think we know who we are,but we don't.Not until something bad happens to us.And then all the useless things fall away,and we are left with who we really are...I learned that from Brent.He gave me smart life lessons.I loved him so much,and I still love him.It feels like he is still here,with me...I hope that he really forgave me.This whole time,I thought I knew who he was,but I found out the truth when he came and talked to me after what I had done.I found out that he was the kindest person,that I had ever met,,She started crying ''I'm sorry,I cant...,,And then she left the memorial.

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