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I Would Walk Through Flames

Numb Emotionss

Max POV, 2 days after.

"Alright, we can start letting people in." I said to the funeral director.

Today will be one of the worst days of my life. Now that I look at my life everything seems to be bad. Fang's funeral was happening right now. People, young and old, were coming through the doors. All had sad expressions on their face.

I straightened my black dress and took Gazzy's hand. I looked over at Gazzy and gave him a sad smile, which he returned. I looked over at the closet casket. We refused to have an open casket, no one wanted to see a burnt body. I looked forward, but my vision was blurred from someone tackling me with a hug.

"Ohmygwad!" Of course it was Nudge. "How are you guys?" Nudge gave me a hesitant smile.

"Nudge…" I whispered quietly. I could barely speak.

"I'm sorry to ask." Nudge started. " But how is Angel doing?" She asked, preparing for a yelling outburst.

"She's not so good Nudge." Gazzy answered for me, which I was grateful for.

"Can we visit her tomorrow?" Nudge asked quietly. "I really want to see her."

"S-sure, we'll visit her." I said. It sounded like we were visiting her grave.

Nudge gave us both a hug and went to Fang's casket. We haven't seen Angel since the day she almost died. It hurt to see her like she is, and it also hurt to be standing in front of my dead husband. I saw Iggy walking our way.

"Max, Gazzy?" He asked, trying to make sure it was us.

"Yea." Gazzy said. Iggy gave us both huge hugs. He patted my back.

"I feel like I'm at fault for Fang's horrific death…" Iggy said, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Your as bad as Gazzy!" I screeched. "It's not your fault! Your not the one who k-killed h-him!" I said, my voice choking on the last words.

Everyone looked my way. I refused to meet anyone's eyes. Iggy looked at me with his unseeing eyes, and took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"I thought these might come in handy." Iggy said. Giving both me and Gazzy tissues. "So how is our dear Angel?" Why do they always ask these hard questions.

"You'll find o-out." Gazzy said, leading Iggy to Nudge.

I looked over the crowd of people. A lot of them were students of Fang, co-workers, friends, or friends of mine that came to support me. Two young girls went over to Fang's picture and burst out crying. It was too much to watch. I went over to the seats, and sat down. Gazzy sat down next to him, then Iggy, then Nudge. The preacher took his place in the front of the room.

"Everyone, take your seats please." The preacher said. Everyone scurried to their seats.

"We are here to honor the memory of Nicholas Alan Ride." The preacher started. "The family of Nicholas wanted you all to know how he really died, and the dangers of Florida…"

The preacher's words started to slur together as I zoned out. I couldn't stand to hear about how my husband died, or how amazing he was. It just hurt too much. I laid my head on Gazzy's shoulder and tried to breathe in deeply. I looked around the room, and saw children and adults crying. Which made me immediately cry. Gazzy out his arm around me and tried to whisper nice words in my ear. But I couldn't hear anything, my mind was no longer there, and my heart was dead.

Max POV, graveyard.

Everyone was standing the huge gapping hole in the ground. Where my husband will forever lay. I watched slowly as they lowered Fang's casket into the hole, tears falling freely down my face. I will never see his beautiful face again, or see his bright smiles, or be able to feel him against me. Fang was completely lowered. I let out a strangled sob, and pressed my face against Gazzy.

"His memory will forever be with us." The preacher finished.

People were passing me, saying words of sympathy. But I didn't need these people. I just wanted to go home, where I would be surrounded by Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy. (They were staying with us so that they could see Angel.)

"Let's get out of here." Gazzy said, his arms surrounding me. I let out a sob.

"In the words of Max 'We'll make it through this.'" Gazzy said.

"How can you be so calm?" I asked, my voice thick with tears.

"Max, I feel numb. I cant feel any emotion. And honestly I like it." I stared at him, feeling worse that he said that.

Awwww, I miss Fangy! Review please!