Sam's POV
There he sat tears sighing his face delicately. I touched him on the shoulder slightly as if to comfort him. Carly stood by the coffin trying her best to keep the makeup from running. But she was failing miserably.
I looked around the room at all the people; you could practically taste the salt from their tears. Slowly they all departed even Carly as it was time to prepare for the ceremony.
Freddie stayed and walked up to the coffin. Without warning he started bursting with tears, causing me to jump back slightly. "Oh god…why? WHY?!" He shouted in his grief. "Hey Dork-o stop crying… Freddie just stop okay?" I could feel my owns tears start to run so I slowly hugged him.
But I knew he couldn't feel it with all his grief. "Freddie, come on. It's going to start soon." Carly said from the doorway. "O-Okay… I just… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry my last words to her were go die." He murmured out. "Don't beat yourself up." I said as he walked out of the room.
He didn't hear. I sighed is I walked up to the coffin. I stared down at the unmoving body within.
It's such a strange feeling to look down at yourself isn't it?
