Chapter 107: A Bad Funeral

LIANA

As I stood there, a silent observer amidst the grieving throng, I could not shake off the haunting reality of James's funeral.

From afar, I watched as his family huddled together, their sobs mingling with prayers, a cacophony of anguish echoing through the air. Their anguish cut through me like a knife through the heart — like I should be feeling bad as well.

"I should have never kicked him out," James's father choked out between tears, his voice trembling with regret.

"He was just lost, we could have helped him," his mother whispered, her words barely audible over the mournful cries.

The weight of their words pressed heavily upon me, a burden of sorrow I did not want to bear.

James's tragic end was all too much to comprehend. How could he have given up completely on life and thrown himself in front of a truck?

He was a leech! Always trying to find new ways to leech off of someone while taking the easy route.

Huh, was that why he chose death over everything else? Because it w