(Curtis pov)
Rain falls heavily from the sky just like the tiers that run down my face.
The church is full of people.
gathered to morn over my beautiful Marshall.
I still can't believe he's really gone.
He lays in a box just a tho feet away.
Not breathing not there anymore.
My poor baby.
Are friends speak about Marshall but I can't listen to it.
I just want him back.
But as the music start and Marshall's coffin is leftde.
" come on Curtis sweaty need to follow them" grandma said helping me to my feet.
We follow Dre Denaun obie and Royce as they cary Marshall out of the church.
" o God" I sob as we walk near to the hole in the grounds where Marshall is going to be laid to rest.
I can't breath.
Haw am I suppose to do this.
" keep waking Curtis you can do this stay strong for him." nana said her arm linked with mine.
We stop in front of the hole in the ground.
Everyone gathers as he's coffin is slowly lowered down in to the ground.
The dirt is thrown on to of the casket to nether be seen again.
I will never see him again.
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