This was horrible, terrible, sitting at the funeral of a girl the same age as me, who once was my friend.
I found myself wondering if I could have done more, maybe if I hadn't alienated myself from everybody I could have helped Gabby.
Finally the service was over and we made our way outside.
Everybody hugged everybody and I was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Are you coming to the graveside service?" Steph asked me.
I nodded, I guess so.
"Matt and I will come with you." Brian said, slipping his arm around my waist, it was strange how it felt like nothing had changed.
We made our way to my car, Brian got in the front, Matt in the back.
"So Kylie." Brian said looking at me.
"So, what?" I asked.
"This is just fucking weird." Matt said from the back.
I laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing, very weird."
"Well it has been a long time."
I nodded, a very long time and so much had changed, so much was different.
We arrived at the Cemetery and endured another terrible service, the only good thing, it was shorter.
We all gathered back at the cars when Gabby's mother approached us.
"You are all coming back to my place?"
I didn't know, was I? Did I want to?
I noticed everyone was looking at me. "Of course." I didn't really have a choice.
As we arrived at Gabby's mom's house my phone rang, I indicated to Matt and Brian I'd be in in a minute.
"Hello Kylie Gray." I answered sharply.
Matt smiled and raised his eyebrows at me, I smiled and waved him away.
"It's me, I broke my phone." Michael said.
"Oh." I was unsure how to reply.
"So are you leaving shortly?"
"Ah no, I'm not actually, probably not until tomorrow." Maybe longer, I thought.
"What? Why Kylie? I would prefer that you spend as little time as possible with those people. " He whined.
"Those people are my friends." I snapped, hanging up.
I would stay as long as I felt like it, now I was back it felt like I was home.
I smiled and walked inside.
