24

"Gem are you ready honey?" Christina walked into my room.

"I guess so".

She pulled me into a hug.

"Let's go".

It was two weeks since everything and the day of Blake's funeral. Even this morning I was still telling myself that it wasn't true.

I stepped into the church with a single rose in my hand.

Heather came rushing to me hugging me.

Hailey was here too; she gave me a heartwarming hug.

"I saved you a seat up front", she said linking her arms in mine and walking with me.

I sat there looking at the portrait of Blake next to his casket.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real.

It's just a bad dream.

The service went by quickly and it was now time for me to speak.

As I stood up my knees went weak.

I don't know why I agreed to this.

Heather stood next to me.

"I've got you".

Her words sounded like it was Blake.

I walked up to the podium.