Why am I outside a funeral home? How did I even get here? I don't even remember changing into this black dress this morning. Who are these people and why are they all wearing white? Am I the only one wearing black? My curiosity gets the best of me and before I know it I'm walking through the double doors. I walk right into a dark room, the only light source in here is coming from the candles, which happens to be everywhere. In the middle of the room there are 6 rows of empty chairs. The only row that has people sitting in it is the first row. I can't really see who is sitting there since their backs are turn towards me. In the right corner of the room I see a crowd of people, all wearing white, surrounding a table. All I hear around me is people crying and stuffy nose. I make my way over to the table to see what's the commotion about. "Excuse me" I try getting pass them but no one moves. "He was a good guy" an older lady says to another. "Yes he was, his downfall was falling in love with that girl, she was the death of him" she replies while cleaning her nose with a tissue. Who are they talking about? I try standing on my toes to get a view of the picture in front of them but I can't see nothing.
"Oh god why!" some one screams from behind me. My head quickly turns to where the screaming came from. The scream came from the girl in the first row she is crying uncontrollably her shoulders are moving as she snobs into her hands. She sounds like she just got her heart ripped out of her chest and stomped on. I don't know why but her cries are calling me in like a banshee, so with out even thinking about it I walk towards her. My legs stop moving as soon as I reach her. All I need to do is take one step to see her face but I can't move something is holding me back. The girl is sitting down with her face in her hands as she cries "Why? Just tell me why?" she asks the man next to her. That voice sounds familiar where have I herd it before? The man wraps his arm around her trying to comfort her.
I walk around them to get a better view and my heart drops to the floor. I know them it's Sophia and the guy next to her is Logan. He is wearing big dark sunglasses that covers half his face. "Sofy? What's wrong?" my voice comes out in a whisper. I kneel down in front of her keeping my hands on my lap. "It's my fault" she snobs ignoring my question. What's her fault? Where is Gabe? Shouldn't he be here? I look around the room but don't find him. "No," Logan quickly adds"if there is anyone to blame here it's her" he says with his voice deep with emotion. What are they talking about? Sophia lifts her head to look at Logan. She has black streaks running down her face due to her mascara, her eyes are red and puffy due to all the crying she has done."I should of never brought her into our life maybe Gabe would still be alive".