I looked at Meliday. She was dressed in black. Her blonde hair spread around her. Her eyes were closed. Her lips had pink lip balm on them. Her favorite thing in the world. I held tears back. She had a massive scar on her forehead from where she was hit. I grabbed her hand. I leaned in, and kissed her forehead.
"Your not dead. I know you're not. You can't be. Your too young." I whispered n her ear. I stood back up, and looked at her. Two men stood there, ready to close the casket for good. I couldn't hold back the tears. Tears fell down my cheeks. Someone laid there hand on my shoulder.
"You need to let go now, sir." The pastor said.
"No! I'll never let go! She's not dead! No, she's not dead!" I started yelling. People started pulling me away. "No! No! She's not dead! No! No! Noooo!" I was dragged away. I watched as they closed the casket. I sat in the back. Where the boys all comforted me. I finally stopped screaming. But I still cried. The pastor started talking. But all the words went past me in a blur.
"Niall, is there anything you'd like to say?" I looked at the guys.
"Only if you want to Niall." I nodded. And slowly walked to the front. I took a deep breath.
"Meliday." I stopped. And took a deep breath. "She...was an inspiration to many. The way she would care for the patients when she volunteered at the hospital. Especially the children." I swallowed the tears. "I don't know how lucky I was to know her. And I am honored that I..I got to be with her for those amazing three years. Through the X-Factor, the contract, and the fame. She was by my side. She's a horrible loss to our world...But an amazing addition...huh...to Heaven." I walked down the stairs. I walked down the aisle. And sat down with the guys. I placed my head in my hands. And cried.

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I watched as everyone threw flowers on top of her coffin. She's not dead. I kissed one of the red rose petals, and threw it in. They threw dirt on top. Burying her forever. She's not dead. I looked at her gravestone.
Meliday Flynne
September 29, 1993-September 28, 2013
Today, she's twenty years old.
Too young for angels to die.

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