It's a mystery to me why I even set foot inside such a place. I despise funerals, the hereafter, and flowers. The event consisted of an excessive amount of ceremony. But I was required to pay my respects at his funeral. Because I was the one who had killed Lucas Rossi.
My eyes were drawn to a sea of people whose faces I had either not seen in a long time or had never seen before. Some were wiping away tears, while others were smiling happily as if they were celebrating something. It was a good thing that they had a closed casket since I couldn't stand to look at that jerk even after he had passed away.
"Mr Rossi, my condolences go out to you on your loss." I addressed the older gentlemen. He all of a sudden appeared to be several years older. And at that moment, I felt a twinge of shame,
