Trent stood in the pooring rain,looking at his nephew's grave,tears in his eyes.His family went inside to discuss the will,but he couldn't leave.All of a sudden he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.He turned around to see Courtney wearing a black short-sleave dress under an umbrella.
"Shouldn't Ты be at the Aftermath?" he choked out,trying not to cry again.
"Knowing Ты were like this?" she hugged him.She kept the embrace as he cried into her shoulder."It's okay...Ben wouldn't want Ты to be like this,he hates it when Ты cry."
Trent sniffled and looked back at the grave."Courtney,he got the virus...
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