Because you say so under your breath

It comes crushing down on me sometimes, the realisation that you're gone.

You died.

You really, actually, died.

I went to your funeral, we filled it with crew.

We cried.

A lot.

The boys stood there with sunnies on, trying to be tough.

I hugged a lot of people.

I was sorry that I was quitting, I felt so much closer to so many people.

I really worked that shift where I could hardly serve for crying.

We really sat in the crew room and cried for an hour.

I really worked there.

You really existed.

I really knew you.

You really died.


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