Candles
There was a small crowd gathering outside the building, the stone walls were slightly worn from the wind and rain over the years. The crowd was getting bigger now, more people were there, waiting for the same thing. Most passers by would be wondering what was going on, not knowing the reasons for the candles being lit. One girl in particular was standing at the front, an 'L' hung around her neck, the sliver chain was resting on her collarbones. Her candle was the smallest of them all-she'd been standing there the longest, paying her respects. The building was empty, they all knew that. There was total and utter silence throughout the crowd, no one spoke. They were all in shock. They were all in denial about what had happened. So many of them had never met him, they'd always planned to but now it was too late.
The car crash had happened two days ago, it'd been all over the news. A lorry had swerved to avoid a hole in the road and skid into an oncoming car, killing the driver and hospitalising the passenger. For many people, the world had seemed to stop. He was gone, they would never see his smile again, never hear his laugh. It was strange, thinking he was gone. None of them had ever met him, none of them had ever spoke to him but all of them had loved him. They all had one thing in common, every Friday night they would wait up, not caring about the lack of sleep, they just wanted to see his face.
A black Volvo pulled up and two people stepped out. They'd been crying. The man looked at the crowd with there candles lit and forced a smile. He held the hand of the blonde girl next to him and they walked through the crowd, people stepping out of the way to let them through. His voice cracked as he stood in front of them, trying to get the words out. He looked at the girl in front of him seeing the small sign she was holding. "Thank you," he was so close to tears now, "to all of you, for coming here today. He had a massive impact on all of our lives. He is," He paused, glancing at the crowd in front of him, "was, my best friend. Dan, I'll miss you." There was total silence and the man, who's name was Phil, turned to face the house, desperately trying to hide his tears.
Dan was gone.
Dan was gone.
Dan was gone.
There was no way he could accept that. But he had to. Everyone here had. They all came with their candles outside his house. The girl with the sign, she'd written Muse lyrics, Dan's favourite band. This just wasn't fair.