Ch. 4 Clueless

There's a line forming now

where her family is standing.

People hug them,

and they cry,

and they sniffle,

and they hug them again,

and they tell them how sorry they are.

But then don't know

how it really feels to be sorry.

They can't possible know.

I was her best friend.

I watched her die.

Where's my line?

Author's Note

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--theladygraceling