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Mark's POV

*Four Days after Jackaboy's death*

I lay asleep on Jack's chest. I was shaken awake by my mother, Nurse Violet, Dr. Laurens. "Mark...we have to do some final tests before the...." I nodded. I understood what he meant. The funeral. They scheduled his funeral for February 7, his 18th birthday...

*day of funeral*

I stood there, in the cemetery with our classmates and my mother. Jack's father never showed. Silent tears rolled down my face, ever so slowly, as the sun shone on Jack's casket. It wasn't like a movie funeral at all. It was a sunny day, with no clouds in sight. We all stood the in silence, staring at Jack's pale, limp body. He was dressed in a pale green suit, with a small white rose in his lapel.

I grew that rose.

I picked that rose.

I dyed that rose.

I kissed that rose.

I placed that rose.

My heart went faster, and faster(let's get these teen hearts beating faster and faster-wrong time.)

Until the world started to dim. I could hear people beginning to yell my name, including my mother.

Everything deepened to black.

Narrator

"I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Fischbach. But Mark couldn't be saved. He had a heart attack, upon seeing Jack's body.

~Lily