He's dead, drake.
I keep playing the moment over and over in my head; we were talking, laughing, dancing... it just felt so right, so I...kissed him.
It was a simple kiss. A short kiss.
...He told me he loved me.
And then suddenly he was gone. Disappeared.
I don't know what happened.
I woke up later (two weeks later, I was told) in my bed at the church, to a sleeping Sheri.
She was in hysterics when she woke up, but she powered through and explained to me that there was an attack. A magical artifact that was akin to a bomb. It took out over a hundred people.
Drake was one of them.
He...protected me, and died in the process.
They already had the funeral.
He was dead.
And it was my fault.