The atmosphere was solemn as I walked past people demurely-dressed. There was no music but I could almost imagine a quiet piano playing at a far distance. Clutching onto my shirt, I refused myself from shedding more tears.

I walked up to her open coffin and saw her dressed in a white gown, even in death, she was beautiful. I wasn’t there for her, I could’ve been stronger. She fought for me and I couldn’t do anything to save her.

I had to watch her die just as I watched my brother die.

…

“Heyley, please I don’t want to die,” Dominic said.

He was so young, too innocent to...