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It was your funeral yesterday. It felt like, the worst nightmare ever. Your parents offered me, to come home with them. To look through your room and see, what I'd like to have. But I couldn't. I'm not ready to go through your room, in which we spent so much time, laughing, joking and crying. I'm not ready to see, how everything is still the same. Like your just gone for a bit. Like you'll return every minute and continue, what your were  doing. I'm not ready, because I know you won't be there and you'll never be there again.

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