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CHAPTER ELEVEN
(Title- Lovely Little Chats)

As I ran out of the church I couldn't help but fill my mind with memories of Collins and my own father. I couldn't deny the truth; Collins was like a father to me. He would always drop everything to come and help me, he would listen to me and my pathetic problems, and he was a great person overall. In fact, he was just like my real father—that's what scared me so much.

I continued running down the city streets, dodging angry drivers and glaring pedestrians. I didn't care how much of an annoyance I was; I just had to get out of there. Mark, being the only one that understands why I ran out, was probably running after me. I didn't care. I had to talk to someone, but who would listen?

Ten minutes later I found myself in front of Green-Wood Cemetery. Isn't this where Mark said Angel and April are buried?

I took a step inside and went to the little building that was on my right. I asked Joseph, the man behind the counter, where I could find April and Angel's graves. He told me that they were buried right next to each other towards the center of the graveyard. He sent me on my way with a small map of the cemetery. Angel and April's graves were highlighted.

I began walking towards their graves and asked myself what the hell I was doing. I didn't even know these people! What the hell am I going to do here? Before I had time to answer myself, a large gust of wind pushed me on my way. The wind carried a beautiful yellow rose that landed right in-between Angel and April's graves. I picked it up and took in its wonderful aroma. Here goes nothing!

Where do I begin? "Um, hi guys. I'm sorry I haven't been here to talk in so long, Angel, but things are so complicated right now. I still think of you everyday, though. I miss you a lot, hun. April, you don't know me, but I've heard a lot about you. My name is Mary Shepphard and, um, I'm a good friend of Roger, Mark, Mimi, Maureen, and Joanne. Well, I'm actually dating Mark, so I'm really good friends with him." I laughed, silently praying that they were hearing me.

"Well, today was Collins' funeral, but I guess you already knew that." I looked down and kicked a rock with my shoe. "Collins really meant a lot to me. I guess you could say he was a fatherly-figure in my life. You see, my dad died of lung cancer when I was a high school freshman. We were really close and when we lost him, my life spiraled downwards. My grades dropped, I was kicked off my sports teams, and then I became suicidal. And I did try to kill myself, just like you April. Exactly like you. Except you succeeded and I didn't.

"Okay, that sounded really mean. I'm sorry, April." I paused to take a deep breath, trying to stifle my free-falling tears. "But then I got into rehab and I haven't thought about killing myself since. But I guess today brought back all those painful memories of my father's death and the hardships that came along with it. Losing Collins was like losing my dad all over again. And I realized that when I went up to say a few words about him at the funeral. So, I kind of stormed out on everybody and ended up here. I really needed someone to talk to and you guys have really helped. I know I can't hear or see you, but I know that you're listening. It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I know it's there." Phew! That feels better!

As soon as I stopped talking, the wind picked up again and abruptly lifted the yellow rose up off of the ground. The rose made its way behind me, so I turned around to see where it went. However, the rose wasn't the only thing I saw. Mark was there, too, fiddling with the rose in his hands.

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