Andy cried his eyes out. "what if I just had let him stay at our place? we knew he lived at that house so why didn't I just go in? I could have saved him but all I did was talk and talk with the devil!" "you're not a bad brother. it was his time to go. it was a gruesome death, but at least he fought!" I said, trying to cheer him up. all that did was make him cry worse. I don't cry at funerals. even when I was little, all I did was frown, say my condolences, sit and watch, and leave. I was never one to cry. even when I got punched at school when I was 11, never cried. maybe im immune? ill only cry at Kim's, Andy's or any of the black veil brides funeral. we all took part saying what he did and what was most memorable about him. "we could always trust each other and even though we met when we were in a fist fight, we stuck together. I regret not saying my last goodbye." said Andy. everyone clapped. that came from his heart. he's not mushy like that in front of people. especially the ones he doesn't know. he's only mushy to me and oddly, cc...... a elderly women came up to us after the funeral and said "who are you? how do you know my son?" "well, we met in the womb but we were separated for about, oh, say 20 years...." he said. he could tell it was his mom. "Andy?" said the women "yea mom?" Andy said. "why did dad take me and you kept Harry?! how could you do that?!" demanded Andy. "your father and I were so young. we hated each other after marriage and we got a divorce when yall were 3 months. he took you and I kept you. I was against the whole idea!" explained the women. "yea well, im against you. if you hadn't have done that, my brother would still be alive. guess you didn't fight hard enough for me." he said with anger seeping out of every inch of his body. he thrust me by the hand and took me to the motorcycle. I just needed to get out of here so we just went home.