Mourn me :3
Standing in the back of the church, Mika watched the service with clouded eyes. It didn’t feel real, it couldn’t be real. Just the other day she remembered seeing Paige in the coffee shop, sitting there watching for cute guys with excited eyes. The brunette had been worried for her friend after Paige got attacked in someway, and Mika had kept an eye out for her. The protective instincts had made the werewolf watch after her friend. She was supposed to have protected her! Paige was supposed to be alive and laughing at some pun and watching sappy, chick flick movies and gossiping about boys. She was not supposed to be cold, dead and headed for the ground after the service. In the back of the church, no one bothered Mika, she could sit there and glare at the coffin, glare at the world, and ready to do anything to bring her friend back. Visibly shaking, Mika did not realize she was crying until she felt the dampness on her hands. Looking down she angrily wiped the tears away and stormed out of the church, the door slamming with a loud bang that disrupted the service. It wasn’t fair! Paige was not supposed to be dead! It was her fault… it was all Mika’s fault that Paige was dead.