I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it right now.

“I love you, James!” I screamed, sobbing by at the sound of his bones crinkling. I tried to move, but I got pulled by the guards. I cried a river for him that night. The sight of him being unconscious made me itch. I twisted my self in the pitter-pattered sheets. I rethinked about the horrific scene every day for the new month.

————-//time skip to idk months later//—————

He lied still in the coffin, eyes shut, closed mouth, and his finely combed hair. I prayed for him, wishing he was listenting. Everyone had eyes looking at their feet, wishing not to be there. I walked back sadly to the front row and took my spot. I shut my eyes too. The feelings crawled around me as they did that same day years ago.