‘We are gathered here today, to say farewell to Thomas Andrew Felton. You might be thinking how can a sixteen - almost seventeen year old girl like me can be saying this. But after much fighting and whining, I got my way so I could be the one saying this speech and marking how much I loved him. If you do not know me, I am Chloe Carlson, and it is my bestest friend in the world I am - we are saying goodbye to today.’ Chloe paused. Sometimes she forgot that many people loved her best friend, in more ways than one, she always assumed that she was the only one that felt what she felt about Tom. Maybe she is the only one that felt in that particular way, but after watching a bullet pierce through Tom’s heart and Emillya’s tears, she knew that many people loved Tom to death. Emillya’s love could sustain to the ends of the earth.

It was a weird feeling, for one to watch his own funeral and his best friend making his death finalized. Tom didn’t know what to say, and even if he did have something to say, no one could hear his words, feel his confusing, or comfort him as his death was finalized, and so Emillya knew that she wasn’t going to see Tom again. It was funny, the saying, ‘till death do we part.’ Emillya and Tom weren’t even married yet. And yet - they were already parted by death, actually, a bullet that then led to death.

‘Tink guaranteed us it would be cheesy…therefore we’re here. Well, I’m here but I forced you here anyways. Anyways, don’t be rude, Roxanne. One of my good friends -- ,” Genevieve didn’t want to say ‘passed away’, her daughter didn’t understand death yet. Also her daughter didn’t understand why all her friends had two parents, a mother and a father, when she only had a mother. What was also confusing to Roxanne was that her mother looked so much younger, so less wrinkly, then mothers Roxanne saw.

Emillya hadn’t gotten used to this feeling yet. Knowing that she will never be one of those mushy fluffy couples seen on T.V. That she will never wake up to Tom by her side, which was another example of those fluffy couples. Thoughts ran through her head, should she keep on believing that one-day they both will meet? Or should she give up and move on like a little girl that has given up in Santa Claus? Her emotions have gotten the better of her, but her heart had taken over her. She felt a hand grab her own, hopefully to comfort her, she looked besides her and saw her sister, Lisa, who was one year older than her, smiling with her eyes all watery and blinking back tears.

Tink had almost trailed off, hoping the crying crowd wouldn’t see her tears. She sniffled silently. ‘Apart from the screaming hussies mooning Tom, he was a great person with a beautiful heart. And I bet, his lover, Emillya knows that.’ Emillya’s head turned away from Tink in embarrassment, feeling the warm color rise in her cheeks. Tom smiled, he loved it when Emillya blushed. And she was almost his blushing bride.