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Erica sat there silently, thinking about what the last few days had done to her life. Tears fell down her cheeks slowly. People were whispering all around her. She knew that the room would be very noisy were it not for respect for the dead.
She stared at the wooden coffin on the other side of the room. She stood up and slowly walked toward the casket. She came to a halt when she was standing beside the body that had once been her friend. That person would never know how much she had really cared.
Erica reached out her hand slowly and took the cold and pale hand into her own.
"I miss you, Drew." She whispered.
Suddenly Erica could take it no longer. She ran out of the room. Out of the funeral home and into the pouring rain. Blinded by her tears and the raindrops she ran straight into...
Drew was walking in the rain getting drenched and loving it. All of a sudden a girl ran straight into him.
"Whoa there..." he caught her,"You might want to watch where you're going." He saw her red, swollen eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"No, I'm not." Erica said, tears still streaked down her face. She was hoping that Drew would notice that they were in front of a funeral home.
Drew looked up and saw the funeral home, he looked back down at the girl and saw that she was dressed in black.
"Oh, I see," he answered softly. "Sorry about your loss. But why are out here in the rain instead of in there?" he gently lead her to the porch outside the funeral home where the overhang would keep her dry.
"I- I didn't want to be there anymore. I wasn't..." Erica stopped speaking for a moment to get her thoughts together. "I wanted to be alone... but don't leave. It's okay."
Drew smiled a little at her desire to be alone but at the same time her reluctance to be abandonned. But he was smart enough not to let her see him smiling.
"Do you want to maybe go get coffee or something and talk about it?" he asked her,"I know that sounds kind of weird coming from someone you don't even know but I feel obligated to since... well I'm not sure what just happened but you get my point. I hope." This was all very awkward.
"Coffee sounds great. I think there's a Waffle House down the street or something..."
As they crossed the street Erica realized something. She hadn't even learned the guy's name. "My name's Erica... by the way."
"Nice to meet you Erica," he offered his hand,"And I know a quiet little cafe' not far from here." He produced a small umbrella from his pocket and opened it, holding it over her head and leading the way a few buildings down to a small obscure cafe'. He held the door open she walked in and pulled her chair out waiting for her to sit.
Erica sat in the chair he had pulled out for her. She put her head in her hands and when she finally looked up her eyes were very red and teary.
"I'm sorry... it's just." She paused. "A few days ago... Everything was so different."