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did a boy's life end this way?
amelia looked around the people she stood with. she saw all the tears and heard all the sobs.
will byer's funeral. when amelia thought of those three words in her empty head, she felt responsible. it didn't really hit her until she saw the casket being brought down to the dug hole.
from her far right, she saw joyce byers sobbing and jonathan comforting her by holding her. she gazed back down to the casket, shedding a hot tear.
the guilt ate her alive.
she was well–aware that she could've saved will. if she wasn't a coward at the time, she know she would've...
amelia snapped out of her depressing stare down to the already buried casket when nancy softly tapped on her shoulder. she jumped from the touch, looking at the petite teenager. "how are you?" nancy asked.
amelia slowly looked away from her, back to the ground. she was the person who stuck around the longest after the burial. she had this some sort of bitter taste to her mouth that she felt she couldn't leave alone until she could settle with the idea of will being dead. even though there was the chance that he wasn't.
"i'm okay." amelia tore her stare, finally. she curled up a smile. "i'm good."
nancy tried her best to falter some sort of smile, but to amelia, nancy, as well as everyone else here, was see–through.
"jonathan wants to talk to us." nancy turned and started walking, amelia following. "about?" amelia wondered. nancy sighed softly, "hopefully about barb."
it wasn't about barb.
"whatever this thing is, it's not traveling far." jonathan held the updated version of the photograph of barb outside the pool.
amelia looked over her shoulder in case of any peeping toms and opened her coat that jonathan lent her for the funeral. in a back, hidden pocket was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"you want to go out there?" nancy asked. amelia stuck the cancer–stick between her lips and lit the cigarette.
jonathan looked away from nancy and up to amelia, as him and nancy were sitting on the ground, trying to seem as lowkey as possible. "try not to make that a habit." he told her.
amelia finished her long drag and blew the smoke out her mouth. she sat herself down in front of the two, crossing her legs.
"i'm not in." amelia announced. both jonathan and nancy didn't expect that. "what do you mean?" nancy exclaimed.
