Regrets

A funeral.

The sun was shining brightly, contradicting the emotions of the people standing below it as all of them stared at the coffin which was about to be lowered into the depths of a dark hole - together with its content, the lifeless body of a young man named James Font.

And amidst the crowd of mourners, another young man, the former best friend of late Mr. Font - Marcus Reed. His expression was blank, no sorrow to be detected. Just plainness.
That was, until he suddenly began laughing, of course.

A story about fucked up morals, discovery of empathy and a few too many drinks.

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