The atmosphere was solemn as I walked past people demurely-dressed. There was no music but I could almost imagine a quiet piano playing at a far distance. Clutching onto my shirt, I refused myself from shedding more tears.
I walked up to her open coffin and saw her dressed in a white gown, even in death, she was beautiful. I wasn't there for her, I could've been stronger. She fought for me and I couldn't do anything to save her.
I had to watch her die just as I watched my brother die.
"Heyley, please I don't want to die," Dominic said.
He was so young, too innocent to have to face what was happening.
"You won't die, don't talk like that. I'll save you I promise," I reassured him in tears.
"But you're obviously weak, it'll kill both of us," Dom argued but I shook my head
