All I could do was stand there. I stared down at the ground where the small grave was set. It would have been a perfect time to rain, but no. Irony was always a mysterious force and at that moment it was beautiful out. The bright blue sky was filled with clouds, the sun was shining, flowers were in bloom. No breeze, everything was still. The cemetery was filled with names and memories, statues of angels watched me as I watched the stone. The only disturbance here was the recently patched grass and the thoughts in my mind.

"I-I'm sorry," I tried to keep my voice from wavering, tried to keep everything inside of me, tried to keep my cool facade.

And then I broke. Tears streamed down my face, staining the red tux I had worn just to visit my friend. Snot ran from my nose as I fell to my knees. My pants stained by the grass and dirt beneath me. "You didn't deserve this," I choked out. My breath was ragged as I continued to cry. The stems of the flowers I brought became crumpled as my knuckles turned white. Realizing I had hurt them, the flowers, my apology, I quickly released them. The poor things laid on the ground. They looked so sad. Carefully, I picked them up, tears and mucous running down my face, I set them on the grave stone.

"I'm sorry," I said as I wiped my eyes behind my shades. My speech was slightly hindered by the lump in my throat trying to cease my weeping.

"I'm so, so sorry. No one deserved this. Especially not you."

I felt guilty. So, so guilty. I knew I had done nothing wrong, had done nothing to cause this tragedy. It had just happened. I should have expected it, we all should have. But we didn't.

We didn't think this would actually happen.