Last chapter!
The funeral for everyone was anything but happy, as most funerals are. Out of our whole pack we should've been thankful that only a handful died the night of the fire. But I couldn't be thankful when one of my best friends died.
Liam was amazing. He was nice, funny, smart, and practically the kindest guy you could've ever met. I never noticed it until he was gone, but he cared. He cared a lot. Not just about me, but about everyone in the pack.
And now, as I sat in the church, I wanted to cry, but I just couldn't. It felt stupid crying now, I had used all my tears when there was no need for them. And I wished I had some now because everyone else was crying but I just…wasn't.
Everything was my fault. It was my fault he was dead. He had insisted on coming with me back to my house, and I didn't fight it good enough. If only I had argued, knocked him out, something…but no, I let him come along. And now he was dead, and I couldn't even cry for him.
I kept catching Gabriel glancing at me from across the room. He was worried about me, I could tell. I hadn't spoken much since the day I found out Liam was gone, and no one really talked to me either. I felt like they blamed me for his death as much as I blamed myself. I just couldn't take their looks anymore, looks full of anger and pity, knowing through my head and into my brain. I got up quickly and made my way to the church doors.
I opened them and stepped out, closing my eyes at the sudden bright light. I kept them closed as I walked down each step, holding my arms out for the sun to reflect onto me. It was sunny, the sunniest it had been in over three months.
I knew that in only a week's time, everything would go back to normal. Everyone would be getting on with their lives, doing what they usually did. I would be one of those people. And just realizing that life could still go on, even after all of this crap, made this day that much worse.
So much worse.
...So what'd you think?