Tristan
I stared at Leah's photograph nestled among big white lilies or whatever they were and felt no pain or anything at all. Why should I? Who was she to me? But far away, I could see Mia crying and talking tp Leah's parents.
Stupid woman...
There was another guy with her. Tall and handsome, broad shoulders, buzz cut, sparkling blue eyes and I could sense that he has a thing for Mia. I watched silently as he walked over and a place a hand on her slender shoulders. He fished something out of his pocket and handed it over to her. I presumed it was a handkerchief. Mia muttered a wry thank you, at least that's what I presumed and they stood and talked a little, her eyes stuck on Leah's photograph. I am
