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My hair whipped around my face, and I couldn't help but feel cold, even with Reid holding me so close. The trees scattered between the mounds of gray marble were missing all of their leaves looking exactly like the rest of the inhabitants in this desolate place, dead, where Sarah is.

My friends all had somber looks on their faces. Caleb was slouched over, his fists shoved in his pockets, his head lowered. Every so often, his body would shake, a sign that he was sobbing. It was so strange to see our strong, fearless leader crying. Although, it seemed everything lately has been just as strange. Sarah, our beautiful, lively friend, was dead, and the most emotional of us were staying strong, providing strength for the people most affected by her death. Three people were laden with guilt. Caleb, he feels guilty because he thinks he didn't protect her well enough. Bridgette, because she feels that she could have reached her faster, so she could have healed her. However the blame doesn't lie with either of them.

Tears streamed down my face, as I remembered what happened. In reality, it was all my fault. It happened on my birthday, and Chase was after my powers. It's all my fault.

What's worse is this stupid priest her parents hired. He never even knew her, and yet he can talk about how great she is, I mean, was. His entire speech is bullshit. Later on there's a reception for the funeral, it's where I'll talk about who she really was.

It was interesting telling her parents without telling them about the powers. Caleb's car was already pretty trashed from when he was thrown into the windshield, we just dented the front up a bit more, and put Sarah and Caleb in the seats. A simple car accident, enough to explain Caleb's injuries, and Sarah's death.

I looked over at Bridgette, who seemed the closest to Sarah other than Caleb. She stood there, a stony look on her face, and her bright eyes unusually void of any emotion. This was how she dealt with pain. I had seen it before, but never to this extent. When she was in pain, she wouldn't cry, deeming it pointless, she would just block out the rest of the world and focus on her pain. Just letting it consume her. Then when she's just about drowning in it, she has some sudden epiphany and randomly bursts back into life.

Kate was standing there, silently and unmoving, tears glistening in her eyes, but never actually letting them out. She and Pogue were standing together, him behind her, his head resting on hers. Surprisingly, he was openly weeping.

Missy was staring at the ground. Tyler had his arms wrapped around her as well, and whispering to her comfortingly.

And here I was, my boyfriend at my side, just dealing with it. Accepting it I guess. I was never very bothered with death. I think it was because I had accepted at an early age that death was apart of life. As contradicting as that is, it's true.

Finally, after the stupid minister finished his long and boring sermon, the mahogany coffin was lowered into the ground. The thought of our bouncy, bubbly Sarah cooped up in a box disgusted me, if things were what she truly wanted she would have been cremated, her ashes floating freely in the wind. That's what she would've wanted. Yet, I suppose her parents wanted a place where they could visit her, I'm not surprised they picked this option, no parent wants to have their daughter leave them, especially not in this way.

I walked with Reid back to my Billy, with the intentions to drive up to the hotel ballroom they were having the reception in. I smiled lightly at how her parents went all out for this. I sat on the old red leather of my car, Reid to my right, and as soon as I put my keys into the ignition, I broke out into a fresh new round of tears.

"I thought I could handle this Reid, I really did, but I can't." I sobbed, as he rubbed my shoulder, comforting me.

"Shh, it's okay, you've already made it through half of it, but if you really don't want to go, we don't have to."

I rested my head on the steering wheel, gazing miserably out at the cemetery, faintly I could see the rest of the guests moving towards their cars. I shook my head, and turned the key.

"No I have to do this, for Sarah." He nodded, and I pulled out and stormed out of the parking lot, way above the speed limit. Although, seeing Reid's freaked out face, I slowed down a little.

Within record time, we reached the hotel where her reception was to be held. Walking into the lobby, I heard my black pumps click on the marble flooring. The doors to the ballroom were left wide open, a bouquet of black balloons on either side. How infuriating, they try to mix a party with a death. I suddenly felt the need to take a needle and stab each of them. Why should some stupid black balloons get to live, and Sarah couldn't? Time to murder the black balloons.

Unfortunately, I didn't get my chance. Reid ushered me into the room, which was dimly lit, and had pictures of Sarah's beautiful face everywhere. There was a stage at the end of the room, with a screen of projected pictures of Sarah's life. To the left of it, there was a long table of food, and for the first time, I didn't feel hungry.

There were round tables scattering over a wooden floor, with purple table clothes over them. Thank god. I was getting tired of black.

It seemed rather odd to see people mingling, when all I wanted to do was hide away from the world. After we had eaten a rather extravagant feast, people stood up on the stage and said things about her. Finally, after a few people had gone, I stood up. I took a deep breath and moved silently towards the podium.

Looking out at the audience, I took another deep breath and spoke.

"Sarah, was truly a unique person. I don't think I'll ever be able to find someone as annoyingly optimistic as her. She was the type of person who could love anything unadulteratedly, and find beauty in everything. She loved so much. Dancing, shopping," a few people laughed, "but most of all she loved to live, she loved for everyone around her to be happy," I caught Caleb's eye, and held his gaze as I continued, "she wants us to be happy, I can feel it, and most of all, she wants us to move on in life. She probably died without regrets, which is a rare thing to do. I remember her telling me that she was afraid of dying alone, but she didn't. She was loved by her friends," Bridgette looked up at me, a small smile on her face, "her boyfriend," Caleb turned away, "and most of all she loved us back, and right now, it doesn't matter how long she lived, or that she died young. Because what matters most, is that she lived. She has probably affected every person she's ever come in contact with, and she lived with love. Which is truly the only way to live. That's what she taught me, and I can only hope that other's have learned this as well, because being bitter, just really sucks. You know? So here's to living. Remember, she was here. Although, if I know Sarah like I think I do, she probably hasn't left. She's probably laughing her ass off at the fact that I'm in a dress, and kind of mad that a bunch of people pity her."

I sniffed a bit, and walked briskly off stage. Nobody said much for the rest of the reception. The group of people I loved the most surrounded me, all of us remembering, chuckling even, at Sarah's antics. On our way out I paused.

"Hold on a second, you guys. I have an idea." With that, I stole the black balloons, and we all drove out to the field, the one that held so many horrible memories, and yet looked so beautiful in the sunshine.

Missy pulled out a silver sharpie from her purse, I'm still wondering why she carries that around all the time, and passed it around. Each person wrote their own messages on a balloon, and finally the sharpie was passed to me.

What was I supposed to write? I miss you? No. That just wouldn't do. Finally, an idea came to me, and I smiled, for the first time since her death.

'Hey, when you get up there, make sure to cause some trouble. We wouldn't want you to put God out of a job now, would we?'

All together, we let the black, and now silver, balloons go. And watched them float up in the sky until they were no more. They are completely unlike Sarah, I thought, she's not gone.