*Luhan's pov*

I walked into church, suppressing my last doubts. I took a deep breath before heading into Yifan’s direction, clunching my fingers. I sat next to the boy, not saying anything. Kris just looked at me with an empty glance before turning to oak coffin.  

***

„I haven’t seen you since then. Are you alright?” Chinese asked, squzing my arm a little.

„No” I admitted, shaking my head. „I don’t really see any sense in coming here anymore, when I know that he’s not going to be here.”

Sehun’s name still was causing me to much pain. 

***

WuFan was standing in front of rostrum, trying to force himself to say anything. He was crumpling his suit in his fingers. I could hear his heavy breath from the other end of the church. I swallowed this weird feeling down before heading to him, smiling a little. I cleaned my throat, putting my hands on wooden rostrum.

„I love him” I started, seeing him in my mind. „I haven’t got time to tell him this, but I want you to know it. I didn’t know him as good as most of you did, but if someone asked me „who was that cute boy?”, I would have answered: Sehun was a man that appreciated small things. He loved details, nature and people, and people loved him. He loved life, he enjoyed