That was a humid summer afternoon. Sitting at first row in front of all friends and family, my back was completely soaked of uneasy sweat. Though the weather wasn’t that comfortable, it couldn’t be blamed on my being heavyhearted. In fact, it was all about her, one of my best friends who was lying in a coffin with flowers around. It was all about this losing-someone-important-to-you thing that has drained my tears for the entire of my life. I was so devastated. How could she choose to leave this world without a proper good-bye? At least, I was the one who really care about her and we used to be such good friends.
