They stood in front of her, their heads were down. Their faces were no longer cheerful. They were wearing black suits and no one had said a thing or moved a bit.

The boy at the very left was the first one to moved. He lifted up his brown head as he stared at her. A tear slipped from his eye. He immediately slapped the tear and wiped it, as if he did not want to let her see that he was crying. He tried to smile but it soon broke down into sobs. Tears started to stream down his face.

The other boy with orange hair, next to him, lifted his head up immediately and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. The orange hair boy brushed the brown, soft hair of the crying boy. He started to cry too. It was rare to see him cry as he was always cheerful. 

"Don't cry guys," someone else told them quietly. He was holding a bouquet of white roses, her favourite roses, as he tried to hold his tears in. "Sh- she doesn't want to see you cry, it'll make her sad too." The boy holding the bouquet knew that the girl would never want to see them cry. 

The two boys who had been crying since entire ceromony could not keep their tears in. The other four who had been staring at the girl's portrait infront of them started to break down too. They held each other as tears streaked their faces. The ceromony was held just a day right after the girl had passed away and only, the boy who was holding her favourite bouquet was trying to not cry, knowing that he had to be strong