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Epilogue: Funeral Blues

"The broken clock is a comfort,
it helps me sleep tonight,
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time,
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts,
I am damaged at best,
like you've already figured out,

I'm falling apart,
I'm barely breathing,
With a broken heart that's still beating,
In the pain is there is healing,
In your name I find meaning ,
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you,"

- "Broken" by Lifehouse

I hadn't seen much of Jessica or Nic around after prom. School ended about two months later. Jordan graduated at the middle of his class, he wasn't held back again, and got a music scholarship to The Art Insitute of New York. Alex graduated at the bottom of his class and was got into zero colleges. He ended up going to a community college. Jessica and me were able to patch things up, we're almost back to being best friends again. She got a full scholarship to the Boston State University. We keep in close contact and go out every weekend. As for Nic, he graduated near the top of our class and will be attending New York University in the fall.

And for me, I graduated alongside all my friends, nearly all my family came. I was only accepted into two out of the twenty colleges I applied for. I set my dreams of attending college in South Carolina aside to attend NYU. It's nearby Jordan's school. We begin there in three weeks. Ben died on prom night at the early age of nine. His funeral was an hour ago. I stayed after for a while.

I stood, lumbering over Ben's grave stone, reading the letters over and over again, trying to make sense of them. It had been three months, but it still hasn't hit me yet, my baby brother is gone, never to watch another movie with me ever again. Jordan came with me to the funeral. He's standing by the car.

"Thanks, Ben." I whispered. "Thanks for everything. I'll miss you forever and ever. I love you, baby." I had cried silently throughout the whole ceremony mostly into Jordan's shoulder, making his shoulder wet with salty tears.

"Just thanks," I whispered. A bouquet of roses were spread out in my hands. I set the roses by Ben's grave stone. "I love you...I'll be going to the Big Apple soon. So, I won't be able to visit for a little while. Thanks…." Two arms wrapped around my waist and kissed the top of my head. I turned around to curl into Jordan's arms. All the broken pieces of me folded into his embrace. I began to sob hard. Tears falling out of my eyes faster than a waterfall, I completely collapsed as he cradled me in closer.

"My brother was all that matter…and now he's gone." I choked through tears.

"It's gonna be okay, I'm here for you...I'll always be here for you," he cooed as I sobbed harder into his chest.

"Why did he have to leave? Why?" I cried. Jordan's arms tightened around my broken body. "He was too young. I want him back." Jordan's hand ran threw my hair as he tried to comfort me, but nothing could work. I wanted my brother back. My world had collasped with the death of Ben, but Jordan was helping me mend things back to semi-normal. I knew things could never get back to normal normal.

In a few weeks, I will be leaving for college…and Jordan and me will have our own apartment off-campus and we would be away from all this ugliness. I buried my head into him more as I cried for the loss of my brother.