Today was his funeral. I wore the dress he picked for me for my first date with Carter. It's black with red and white roses. His favorite flower, but there were none in sight at the service. His dad never really knew him, and there wasn't a single thing that reflected who he really was. Brandon was everything to me, we had been best friends since we could talk and now the world certainly isn't the same without him. And to think that we lost him because of Carter's stupid mistake. I told him that it was a bad idea. I told him that if it went wrong someone could get hurt. We fought and parted ways, but afterward, I had this gut-wrenching feeling that he was gonna go through with it anyway. I was right. After everything that we had been through, he made a decision that killed my person. My best friend. He had no right to be here today, no right to show his face to the people he took Brandon away from. I will never forgive him, not today, not ever, I couldn't do that to Brandon. I couldn't do that to myself.
