"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.