Looking down, I wanted to share the strange feeling I was receiving and I could only talk to her.

“Jacey…”

“Hmm?”

“I feel like my head is bursting from stress.” I confessed, affixing my eyes on the ground as I held my shirt.

“About what?” She asked worriedly, shifting closer quickly.

“I don’t think I am strong or capable enough to console someone in the time of mourning. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know how to do it.” I told her as my lips quivered slightly.

I took the crushing feeling but I was not that strong enough to bear a funeral. It was mentally affecting me and...