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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EVERYTHING'S AN ILLUSION. MAYDAY PARADE DOES.
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He tucked his hands in his pockets.
The heaven was crying softly. The rain was beating rhythmically at the roof of the tent.
He stared at the coffin in front of him.
"He's just twenty four."
"Poor kid"
"He's still young"
He heard these words come out of their mouths.
The mother of the deceased was crying quietly.
He doesn't know what the mother feels, but it sure is different from what he is feeling. She lost her son, sure, he can't feel that. But for him,
He just lost his best friend.
