The funeral was over with the last shovel of dirt, and finally, they could rest in peace, at least, they could.
James was the first to turn his back and leave the graves, while his mother stayed with Bella and Charlotte.
He couldn't contain himself, and moreover, he couldn't stop thinking that it was all his fault.
As he made his way out of the cemetery, Hector and Benjamin followed him, which was a strange sight as they just walked beside each other, not even saying a single word.
James turned left toward the cars when he stopped, as before him stood people.
He looked up at them, and all of them were dressed in black, each holding a single white rose.
At first, he thought nothing of it. It was a big cemetery, and maybe someone else had been buried the same day. He stepped down from the sidewalk onto the road and tried to go past them, but one of them stopped him.
"Are you James Bellini?"
James turned toward her. She was a teenager, all of them were teenagers.
