"Emily." I awake to see Daniel in my room. I am clearly unaware I am imagining things. Or possibly dreaming. Suddenly, he kisses me, and I guess I didn't notice that the whole world was spinning at an increasingly dangerous rate. For this one moment, I had control, almost dying of happiness. My mind reined over for a while, causing everything to change in a distorted way. For a while I was convinced Max had never died, and I felt such relif. Daniel was in love with me. Dillan wanted me back, the world was in my order. I even threw in world peace. Why not make everything perfect? "Emily." Reality brings itself to my eyes as I strain my eyelids open. My mother stood in front of me, between my messy clothes and dried flowers. "Get up, we're going to be late." "For what?" I asked, stupidly. But completly unaware. She turned around and said in a strange voice, "The funeral." Not waiting for my reaction, she quickly left my room. Rememberance is difficult in such a situation. "Oh yeah," I whispered sadly, "he died." Max was always a little short, so seeing the way the coffin was smaller than average, well, it was self-explanatory. But of course, it was never like usual. Tony, Jenn, Max, Rilee, Ashley, Daniel, Allie, Dillan and I. I guess the memories stay forever, but people don't. Left was only Jenn, Rilee, Tony, Ashley and Daniel. We didn't stand near each other, but with our parents which felt extremely lame. I guess at funerals, there was no time for friendship, when your friend dies. By the time it was over, let's just say I wasn't wearing makeup anymore. Though the day was humid, the sky began to rain. I knew it was Max. I took off my heels and let my feet slosh in the mud, the hot rain gluing my clothes to my skin. In the distance, I hear crying and soft whimpering, before realizing I was hearing these voices, not outside, but manifestly inside my heart. I stop trudging in the mud for a while and stand, letting my tears blend in with the rain. When I close my eyes, I can hear Max's voice again. Advice he gave me, those dumb phrases he used to say, expressions that signatured his feelings. A smile, always on his face, the life of the party, the sunset of the sky, a garentee he's going to heaven. Watching me. Right now.