A Death in Halloweentown

A boy had died. He was only fifteen, same as Roxas. He died of Renal Failure, leaving his sister all alone in the world. "That poor soul..." Roxas couldnt help but think. He looked at the boy. He wore glasses, had long red hair, he was kinda skinny. Roxas had met him before. He was a vampire while he was still alive. Just knowing that a boy that young had died filled the town with greif. Roxas was at the funeral. He was sitting next to the sister, trying but failing to comfort her. She wore a black dress, as well as a black veil, covering her face. "It's okay... Greg is in a better place now..." Roxas tried to tell Tails, the mourner. "How... can you....... be so sure?" asked the girl between tears. "I can be sure because I was there once..." said Roxas. The girl looked at him unsurely. Soon, a preacher came to the front and began talking about Greg. Roxas' attention was on the girl. Every few minutes, she would have a small coughing fit, ending with her coughing up a bit of blood. The preacher asked the palbearers to take the coffin to the grave, and they did. "Rest in peace, Greg." said Roxas, watching the men bury the coffin.