Epilogue

Sitting in her room at this moment, feels surreal. Knowing she won't be back again after this is heartbreaking. Her room was spotless, not a single thing misplaced... The dull dresser depressed him even further. The memories of this room, raging through his thoughts like a wildfire. Destroying his sanity and mentality with every memory that was burnt.

In his black tux — the one he wore when he took her to prom — he walked through the room, his middle finger trailing behind him on every piece of furniture in there, and his nose pressed to a piece of clothing he found, her smell still lingered on it.

His eyes teared up at everything that reminded him of her. She hasn't even been under the ground for more than two hours and he was already missing her. Wishing she was here with him, instead of beside Steph.