The funeral was held on the next day. It was simple. It was beautiful. I didn’t even cry anymore. I felt as though I have no more tears. I just felt numb, empty.
When the funeral was done, I didn't say goodbye to Rai. I still couldn’t say goodbye. I didn't want to. So I left with Damian without saying anything.
During the drive home - I still called Damian’s place ‘home’; Damian told me that Rai’s parents wanted to see me later. But we needed to make a quick stop home, take Rai’s stuff there, and give Rai’s things to his parents.
When we arrived home, Damian needed to take a call, so I went to Rai’s room alone. Opening the door and stepping into the room brought back many memories. I didn't realize that tears started to stream down my face. I touched the bed where we spent every night
