Brian’s funeral was several days later. Angel turned on the TV in Kevin’s house.
‘Do you need help, Kev?’
‘No, I’m fine.’ A newsreporter showed up at the screen.
‘Today is the day that Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell is being buried. His dead, a shock to many people came very…’ Angel switched the channel. Brian touched her hand.
‘I’m not talking to you.’
‘Angel, I couldn’t help it. I was sleeping.’ Angel turned to face Brian.
‘You’ve been crying.’
‘I’ve hurt my best friend in the worse way I could.’
‘Nick will survive. What about you? Why are you still here?’
‘Nick is my unfinished business.’ Kevin entered the room.
‘Hi Brian.’ Brian walked up to him.
‘I’m so sorry.’ Kevin hugged him.
‘Just stick around for a while.’
‘I’m not going to my own funeral. I don’t want to see Nick fall to pieces.’
‘You don’t have to.’ Kevin sighed and said: ‘how do I look?’ ‘Perfect.’ Angel straightened his tie and brushed his hair from his face.
‘Good luck. Give Nick a hug for me?’ Angel grabbed her purse and walked to the front door.
‘See you later Brian.’
Kevin and Angel were standing on each side of Nick when the coffin was lowered in the grave. Nick sobbed like he had done throughout the whole service. Angel took his hand in her and gave him a gentle squeeze.
‘I’m sure that where ever he is Nick, he will keeping an eye on you.’ Nick tried to smile.
‘I’m glad he knew you before he died.’ Angel hugged him.
‘Kevin, I have to go.’ Angel kissed him and the other guys and walked away from the grave. Nick who watched her go could have sworn that she disappeared in thin air whilst walking away.
