(Curtis pov )
Tomorrow is the funeral I wanted to have it as soon as possible.
I hate the idea of Marshall's body just laying around in some morgue alone.
I was on my way to go to the studio. Not that I want to but Dre insisted that I went to get out of the house.
But I can't find my car keys.
I look behind the cushions on the sofa I look under the sofa but there not there.
I open the door of the coffee table and freeze.
The broken pitcher of me and Marshall stairs up at me.
I slowly pic the pitcher up.
The bright blue eyes so full of life stair up at me.
God I miss those eyes.
God I miss him so so much it fiscally hurts.
And all tho pitchers of me Marshall and are friends still fell are home.
This hurts because I wasn't expecting it.
I didn't expect to see he's beautiful face.
I fall to my knees and sob.
God why dose of have to hurt so much?
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