Christian begins to come to terms with Sammy's death. I do NOT own Dance Academy.
Gone. Like every person who had ever cared about him, like every person he had ever grown to love. Love didn't come easily for him, he'd been left or betrayed too many times; but once he trusted someone – he never let them go. And that was why he was here – he couldn't let Sammy go.
"Hey, kid! The cemetery is closed. You gotta go home."
"But I just got here, and this guy is my… was my best mate."
The warden was contemplating calling the police before he saw the tears in the young man's eyes. He could see raw pain along with something else… a little bit of fear, and quickly changed his mind.
"Okay, bud. Don't make me regret this but pull the gate around when you're done. And I'm sorry about your mate."
Christian had already been here twice this week. He'd read the start date for the Academy wrong and had ended up back in Sydney a week before anyone else would get there. Miss Raine had allowed him to stay in the dorm but it was lonely there – and Sammy's side of the room was as empty as Christian felt.
He had enjoyed his trip with his dad, but the whole time he knew he was just avoiding dealing with what had happened. His plan had been to just jump into third year and to stay busy, but now he was forced to deal with the truth: the best friend he'd ever had, the person whom he relied on more than he had ever realized was gone.