Aurora pov
I woke up this morning feeling horrible. I can't believe Andrea is dead I know we spent five years apart but these last few months has felt like we have always been together. I'm never going to see him again and that thought bring a tears to my eyes, he's gone never coming beck.
"No crying yet Aurora, be strong you can cry when they are dead." I say to myself
I start getting ready for the funeral but realised I don't know where it's being held so I pull out my phone and text Matteo who replied right away with the place and direction's. I didn't bring a dress so I'm wearing black combat pants, black vest top, leather jacket and combat boots, my hair is in a high ponytail and I have minimal make up on that consist of mascara, eye liner and lip balm. Taking one last look in the
