She was his long friend, he just coudn’t believe she died, they were supposed to be friends forever, not untill that fateful day.
All of those melancholic memories came back as she laid in her casket, but he noticed something.
Her sister; she didn’t talked much, but he assumed she was nice, they never crossed words, he didn’t think she knew he existed anyway, so he didn’t make an effort to speak to her.
That day, however, she didn’t take her eyes off of him.
But a week later, he got one call; his friend’s mom was murdered.
“This is odd” he thought “two murders of people I know in the same week”
When he arrived there, everything you expect to see in a funeral was there, people mourning, flowers everywhere, everyone was sad.
But the sister approached the man and asked: “I forgot to ask last time, Can I have your phone number?”
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