Not Pretty

I sighed and walked in on his heels like I was in a haunted house. He put his hand behind his back and I held it.

Mike: Don’t look at the second row.

I closed my eyes as we pass; only cracking them open a little to see a figure on the ground. Oh my gosh. Suddenly I felt light headed. He grasped my hand harder. I looked to my left and… Let me just say it wasn’t pretty.

Me: I don’t know if I can do this.

Mike turns to me giving me that really sad face. His eyes and all around them were red. Wow, he is really weak about this. Then again he saw everything.

Mike: But I need you here with me. Without you I don’t know if I could do this either.

We kept walking then stopped and he looked to the right.

Me: What?
Mike: This is the row we sat in. Don’t you remember?

Just then it hit me. The story replayed in my mind like a flashback…

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