Everyone was leaving now as I walked, making my way through them. I stared down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Knowing they didn't belong here. None of them deserved to belong here. They were all low lives who felt pity because that's what they were supposed to feel, not because they actually did. Watching them as they all made their way to their cars, crying hysterically. It was all just an act. They didn't know her like I did. They only thought they did. My feet stopped moving and as I stood before her grave. With one hand in the pocket of the tuxedo I wore I dropped down a single rose amongst the millions of
