I hear a knock at the door at seven in the morning. Tom is still sound asleep and I don't want to wake him so I walk to the door and open it to see a girl standing there,black flowing hair with bright green eyes,looking at me in a weird way.

"Can I help you?" I ask,feeling suddenly anxious that all I'm wearing is a top and my underwear.
"I'm Ben's sister." She says "I was told you had some of his stuff."
"Of yeah. Here."

I hand her the boxes.

"Thanks. And by the way,your boss told me what you did,that was pretty cool,Ben always told me he was an ass."

I laugh slightly.

"He was."
"I'm Jal by the way."
"Margo."
"I know. He told me a lot about you."
"Did he?"
"Course! Got kinda annoying after a while."
"Do you want to go for Coffee?"
"Sure."
"Okay,just let me get dressed. Sit down for a second."

I find some casual clothes- Red and Green stripped dress which ran down to my knees,long green socks,a white top with a printed red bow and some yellow pumps. I quickly curl my hair then leave a note for Thomas for when he wakes up,grab my purse and walk out with Jal,to a Costa which is pretty empty.

"I didn't just come for the boxes." She says as we drink our Coffee.
"What else then?"
"His funeral is in a week,I was wondering if you'd come."
"Of course I will."
"Everyone else at the Office who knew Ben is coming too. Apart from Max."
"Typical."
"Just so selfish. Not even caring for my own brother."
"I know... I would've spray painted his face if I had the chance."
"No wonder Ben liked you."
"I liked him too,just not in that way. But he was a great friend."
"He always was. He loved everyone."

I can see the tears in her eyes as I squeeze her hand and give her a tissue.

"Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry." She wipes them away.
"That's okay."
"I can't believe how fucked up all this is."
"That's life."
"No,I can't deal with this,feeling like nothing now losing him.. He never knew how much I loved him,now he's gone he'll never know. And all I can think about is how much I want this life to stop existing,stop being so hard. You wouldn't understand."
"You're wrong."
"What?"
"My mum died a little while ago."
"And what did you do?"
"Stayed strong. Hid it behind a mask."
"And then it all went away?"
"It's not that simple."
"Well nothing is."
"You can't redo life Jal."
"I know that. But,would you really do it all again?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't bare to put myself through it all again. I can't go mad again."