Hello everyone! This is my 2nd fanfic so I'm faily new at this. I really hope this story is as enjoyable to read as it has been to write. I really don't have an updating schedule so bear with me.

As always, the charcters unfortunately belong to Cassandra Clare and the music belongs to the artists.

Hope you enjoy!


**Song: Possibility by Lykke Li**

I close my eyes and listen to the sounds around me, of birds singing nearby, of the leaves rustling in the trees as the breeze gently blows through my hair. However, these sounds can't drown out other sounds. I can also hear the soft clumps of dirt as it hits the hard outer shell of the casket in the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and dig my nails into the palm of my hands trying to hold back the overwhelming emotion that is threatening to spill. I don't know how long I stand there with my eyes closed and my head down, but after some time I feel a hand reach down and unclench my fist. I slowly open my eyes and look to my right and see my brother, Jon. He gives me a sad smile and wraps his hand around mine and tugs me away from my best friend. "Come on, Clare-bear. I think it's time to go."

I take one more look at the stark white headstone that reads my best friends name. I let him lead me to where my mom and step dad are waiting. My mom engulfs me into a too tight hug and whispers words in my ear but I don't really hear them. I just nod and climb in the backseat and stare out the window until we get home. As soon as the car stops in the driveway, I jump out and go right up to my room and close the door. I sink onto my bed and finally let go of the grief that I've been holding back for the last several days.

Since before I started Kindergarten, I've had a best friend. His name was Simon and he was the biggest dork, complete with glasses that were too big for his face and corny t-shirts that always had some ridiculous saying on them. But he was my dork. We did everything together. He always made me laugh even when I had been crying. He always knew what to say when no one else did. He has always been there for me. Now he's gone and it's my fault. You see, I called Simon that fateful night to come pick me up, but he never made it. I had had a long day at school. I was so tired and didn't feel like walking home, so I called my best friend knowing he would come get me. No, I didn't physically cause the accident that took my best friend away from me. I wasn't the one to run the red light and smash into the driver's side. But I was the one to get Simon out on the road that night. If not for me, Simon would still be here making me laugh and we would probably be playing some video game right now.

Now I don't know what to do with myself. So many things remind me of him. And it hurts so much….