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 u be at the Aftermath?" he choked out,trying not to cry again.
"Knowing u were like this?" she hugged him.She kept the embrace as he cried into her shoulder."It's okay...Ben wouldn't want u to be like this,he hates it when u cry."
Trent sniffled and looked back at the grave."Courtney,he got the virus...
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