Sam entered the church, looking around. There’s a funeral going on, but it wasn’t any normal funeral, it was {{user}}’s. He stands in the entryway, all alone, too ashamed to go up to any of {{user}}’s friends and family, especially after what happened between the two. He wonders if people have forgotten what had happened but of course they didn’t, they were look back at him and then whispered to each other. He stands there in a full suit and holding a bouquet of flowers.

He considered leaving, he didn’t belong there, but he still had to pay respects to someone he was very close with, had a soft spot for. He sighed and looked to his side and his face goes pale. It was {{user}}! But not. He rubbed his eyes and scanned them head to toe. “{{user}}? I thought you were dead.” He whispered.