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To Whom it May Concern,

It is with the saddest regret that we announce the death of Christopher "Chris" Myles who passed away suddenly on 29th May 2022.

May he rest in peace in paradise.

Funeral will be held on 1st June 2022 at 11am at Lyway Memorial Gardens.

Family are holding refreshments at their home after for those in attendance.

Please join us in our final farewell to Christopher.

Ever Faithful,
The Myles Family

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Mallory

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Mallory sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes flickering between the picture of her old friend group in her left hand and the letter in her right hand. She blinked away tears as her eyes came to a halt on the letter and she read the printed words again for possibly the sixth time that morning, she just couldn't believe that Chris was gone, dead. It didn't feel real, she didn't want it to be real. As more tears began to flow down her cheeks Mallory allowed the letter to slip out of her hand and onto the bed as she brought her hand up to wipe her tears. She had just finished her makeup but had no doubt in her mind that the makeup had already been washed off.

Sighing she looked at the photograph once again, a small smile gracing her lips as she took in their happy expressions and found herself reliving the memory of them going ice-skating the winter before school ended, a small laugh escaped her lips as she fondly remembered Chris slipping on the ice and managing to knock into Nico, who then knocked into Mallory and so on until they were all sprawled on the ground laughing. As quick as the happiness came so did the guilt and sadness again, she regretted ever losing contact with them and wished she could go back to them school days, the easy days. Well, go back to them days with the confidence she now had.

Sighing she placed the photo down before leaning forward and placing on her heels before standing up and moving over to the mirror to look at herself. She had come a long way since school, the figure hugging black dress replacing her oversized hoodies and leggings. Looking at herself she realised that was she was almost unrecognizable from the girl in the photograph, a completely different person and she couldn't help but wonder if her old friends had also changed in the time apart.

A knock on the door brought Mallory from her thoughts and she turned to see her mother walk into the room "ready to go sweetheart?". All Mallory could do in response was nod her head as she tried to keep the tears at bay. Taking a deep breath, Mallory grabbed her handbag of her bed before following her mother out to the car. The drive was silent as Mallory leaned her head against the window with her eyes closed. She wasn't ready for this but she knew that she also never would be.

As they arrived at the Cemetery, Mallory got out of the car and walked up to the plot with her mother beside her. There seemed to be already a crowd beginning to form as Mallory's eyes grazed the area around her before her eyes fell on the coffin, a small noise that could only be described as a squeak escaped her lips as the tears began to flow freely from her eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she noticed Chris' mother and father walking towards her "Oh Mallory, it's so good to see you again love" Chris' mother exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her tightly. Mallory hugged her back just as tight trying to hold it together in front of his mother. Stepping back from their embrace, Mallory was then suddenly wrapped up in another hug with Chris' father before the four of them exchanged apologies and pleasantries. "We'd like Chris' friends to be up front, I know he would have wanted it that way" Mallory nodded and gave a wry smile to his parents before walking up towards the seats beside the coffin.

Her eyes were transfixed on the picture on top of the coffin, a smiling Chris beaming down at them. He would have loved this turnout, she thought to herself. Tears were still flowing and it was taking everything in her not to full on sob as she moved into the second row. Her eyes scanned the people around her but she could not make out any of her old friends, it appeared she had been the first to arrive. Mallory moved into the second row where there was only one person standing deciding that if the group were also ushered to the front at least they could be together for this. Her head was low, her eyes trailing the ground as she moved down the row before taking a seat. Mallory clasped her hands together tightly on her knees finding herself unwilling almost to look back up at the coffin again.

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Aberto Rossi

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In front of the large villa stood Aberto and his uncle, the older man grabbed the quiet Roto by the shoulders and softley told him. “Stai al sicuro ragazzo, assicurati di mandare le mie condoglianze.” Roto looked the man in the eye and calmly replied “Ya zio lo farò, non preoccuparti tornerò presto” His uncle patted him on the shoulder as a small cab drove in front of them. “Bene, ecco la tua corsa. Figlio di viaggio equo.”

Aberto clasped his hand with his uncle’s before grabbing his small, carry-on bag, opening the door to the back of the cab, and taking one last look at his home before addressing the driver.
“Scusa, puoi accompagnarmi all'aeroporto?” the man nodded his head before taking off. During the drive Aberto looked at the crumpled invitation in his hand. It's still hard to believe he is gone. How long has it been since he last talked to Chris, or any of his friends, two, three years?

He sighed at the thought thinking about how much things have changed since he completely disconnected himself from the outside world, he definitely changed that's for sure. He still hasn’t even changed his profile picture from the tubby little boy he used to be in High School, now look at him, tall, lean, and friendless…

The sudden halting of the car jerked him out of his thoughts, “Ah grazie” he told the driver, taking out his wallet to pay the man. Grabbing his luggage and exiting the cab he walked towards the check-in desk of American Airlines, after grabbing his ticket from the young lady at the desk, giving her a small smile, he went through security and arrived at his gate. It was difficult to catch a flight in such a short time, but with the help of his uncle Aberto managed to grab the last seat on the earliest flight to the closest city to his old home. Boarding the plane he was silent throughout his 12 hour flight, putting on his old pair of Panasonic headphones, plugging it into his old cassette player, inserting in his favorite song cassette and just thought to the past. A small grimace showed on his face as he reminisced.

He could remember watching the times when everyone else would be fooling around outside the school, always doing some dumb shit that Chris would lead them to, sometimes they would get in trouble with the teachers, other times with other students. He chuckled a bit to himself as he thought of their old math teacher covered in honey, they got their ears chewed out after that one. It wasn’t always excitement, whenever they would talk to others he would always be sleeping, or at least ignoring the looks he used to draw onto him, those moments of peace where something he used to wish never ended.

A small tear fell from his eye, he began losing himself to the past. Before he realized the plane started to descend, he was already in America. He saw the highrise buildings that weren't there when he used to travel to the big city, and those which were just starting to be built when he left.
Grabbing his bag, he walked off the plane and went through border security. “Reason for Travel?” the man asked, looking at his passport and back at him, making sure all was in order. Aberto thought for a second on what to say before just replying simply “Leisure, seeing an old friend.” “Is that so… Well, have a good time and welcome to the United States sir.” “Grazie” he grabbed his passport, walking through the terminal before hailing the first cab he could find.

The older gentleman driving the cab looked through his rear-view mirror, “Where to?” Aberto looked back, “Lyway Memorial Gardens please.” the driver silently took him to the burial grounds. Looking through the window of the car he could see all the places he used to go to on a regular basis, the arcade, the only mall in their town, the local pizza parlor. He sighed, slowly at the sight of the burial grounds and that of the crowd of people wearing black, he arrived.

“Thank you sir” “God bless you kid, and I give my condolences” “I’m… not the one to give those to but thank you.” He handed the driver the cash before grabbing his bag, he approached Chris’ parents and the couple in the morning looking at him a bit strangely. “My condolences Mr and Mrs.Myles” the two were a bit perplexed for a moment, the father asking first “Thank you, but may I ask who are you again.”

Aberto remembered that the couple only knew the tubby little Italian kid, not who he was now, it didn’t help that the years of living there made him develop a slight accent. “Pardon me, I’m Aberto, Aberto Rossi. One of Chris’ friends from high school.” The couple was a bit surprised for a moment “Aberto, little Roto?” “Yes sir.” Aberto gave them a warm smile, he completely understood their shock. “I’m so sorry to not have recognized you earlier, you’ve changed.” Mrs. Myles said before once again looking depressed “If only Chris could see you now, he would be so proud of you…” “Thank you Mrs.Myles, I’m sure he would be.” “Anyway you should head to the front rows, that’s where Chris would have wanted all his friends to be.”

With a slight nod Aberto left the pair, walking past the crowds of people talking and grieving over his friend he walked towards the second row, there sat only one girl he didn’t recognize. Still he walked down the row and sat on the seat to the girl's right, she was seemingly in her own thoughts as she kept her head low. Looking upon the coffin of his friend Aberto softly muttered some prayers in Italian, pinching his thumb, middle, and pointer fingers on his right hand and traced across while in prayer. First by tapping his forehead, then stomach, finally going from his right to left shoulders. Once he finished his prayer, he fell silent, only watching the coffin calmly, trying not to let his grief and regret take hold of him.