The service was held on early Saturday. I was allowed to leave the day before. I put on a black dress that went down to my knees and had thick straps. I put on black flats and relatively no make up. My hair was down in natural waves that were left unkempt to. Depression doesn't really need to look pretty. I go the stairs and I am greeted by Calum. He wears a grim expression on his face. He loops his arm around mine and we get into the car. The ride is silent.
We get out of the car and walk toward the church. We are greeted by Spencer's family. I grasp onto them and I can see their grieving expressions and blank eyes. His mom tries to smile but it comes out more of a grimace and she completely breaks down. I hold onto her as we cry. Soon we have to part ways.
I walk up to the open casket and I cling onto Calum. The tears streak down my face. It gets to the point where I have to gasp between breaths and everyone gives me some space. We sit down near the front row and soon the funeral starts. Everyone was crying. He was such an outgoing guy. He visited all the time and I was closer with him than Luke and sometimes Michael. In the middle of the funeral, someone slipped in next to me. I looked over and gasped.
It was him.