If you were to ask any person at school, they'd tell you that Laurance Zvahl was one of the coolest people they've ever known. Intelligent. A ladies' man. A good student. An amazing athlete. A great friend.

If you were to ask me, I'd go further than that. Laurance Zvahl was my confidant. His desire for sports was soccer while everything else was just there for fun. He wanted to be a soccer player, but he had a backup career plan. He wanted two children when he got older, a boy being his desire. Laurance had plans to go to Phoenix Drop University for a bachelor's degree. He didn't know if he would want to chase after a higher degree after his four years.

Laurance Zvahl, a male that would do anything for anyone. He didn't like to see a girl cry, and he didn't like being the one who caused it. He cared for his family, and he cared for his friends. He trusted me with his secrets, and I trusted him with mine.

But now, Laurance Zvahl's future is stripped away from him. He will receive no future education and will never receive his high school diploma. His family will never see him walk across the stage, and they'll never have the chance to give him away. They'll never hold his children.

Now, dressed in black, I'm standing in front of an open casket. I look at the male in front of me. He looks to be in peace. His eyes closed, hands interlaced together on his chest. He's in his best suit while his hair is combed into place. There's a cut on his face from the broken windshield. But other than that, he remains being handsome.

It's hard to believe this is the last time I'll see him face to face. I'll be left to looking at pictures, having to make-do with what he left behind.

If Laurance could see me know he'd tell me to stop crying. He'd wipe away my tears with his thumbs and kiss the tears they left. He'd hold me in his arms while I would calm down, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

I shake my head, placing a kiss onto my fingertips and pressing it softly against his skin. I look back at him as I turn to walk away. My head heavy as I walk to my family, giving my condolences to the Zvahls.

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I watched as they lowered him into the ground, bits of dirt being thrown on top by loved ones. Now they're covering him up with dirt.

Laurance isn't in pain anymore. He can't feel the pain from the accident. I don't know much from the accident other than what I've been told. It's hard to forgive myself for our fight, but mom has tried her hardest to tell me I didn't know what would happen. We've talked often, analyzing each word and second of the argument. It wasn't his fault.

I question if he'd forgive me for being so petty. I've made mistakes. I've called Laurance's phone just to hear his voice. It doesn't change, and it's the same words each time. I've memorized it.

Hey! This is Laurance Zvahl. I apologize for not answering your call, but I'll try and get back to you as soon as possible.

The three Zvahls stay until the very end and everyone has left. My dad goes to fetch the car, but I look down at the freshly covered grave. I ask for a moment alone, and my mom nods. She's takes the boys away, leaving me with my thoughts and Laurance.

I get onto my knees. I don't care if they are covered in dirt and my clothes get dirty. This is the closest thing I can get to a conversation.

"Lately I've been thinking over what happened. My mind traces back to our fight. I've talked to Alex, and I've heard more from your side. I really should've listened to you. You did drop your sweatshirt, and Michi picked it up to bring it to you. There were witnesses. Vylad tells me that from what he heard that you weren't flirting. I'm so sorry Laurance," I say, dropping my head as I close my eyes. I start to quietly cry, grabbing onto the fabric of my clothing and holding onto it tightly. "I should've listened to you and your side. I should've come to my senses and realized you wouldn't do that. Oh, Laurance, I'm so sorry. I wish you could tell me you forgive me. You left saying 'I love you,' and I just let you walk away. I love you, Laurance. . . I'm sorry I didn't say that that day. I love you so much. . ."

My words go silent as my voice gives out. There's not much I can say. He can't respond back to me, so I'm just left there on my knees in front of his grave silent. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and for a minute I begin to think that it's really Laurance. I look up, expecting to see him before facing relating and realizing that it's Garroth.

I stand up, brushing off my knees as he nods at me. I nod back and walk towards our car, hearing Garroth's smooth voice as he refers to Laurance as 'Brother.' I don't look back. I don't think I have enough strength left in me to keep moving forward if I do. Instead, I wait in the car for Garroth.