Vincent's pov Monday 4th July 2022******************************It's Enzo's funeral today. Everyone is a mess. Giovanni refused to leave his room all weekend, we had to bring him something to eat and drink but he wouldn't touch them. Thankfully Martina and Stefano flew back from Italy yesterday and got Gio to eat something. Having his parents here has really helped Gio deal with his grief. Stefano apologised to me because he couldn't apologise to Enzo for being so homophobic. We've forgiven him because Enzo would have, he loved his papà. Even Emilio cried, and I've never seen him do that before. Him and Martina sorted the funeral for today because George was too much of a wreck to be helpful. He's been staying at the mansion because I didn't want him to be alone, although these past three days I've been angry at him. Damian helped me realise I'm not angry at him, I'm angry at the people who killed Enzo so this morning before the funeral I'm going to have to apologise.I look at m

George's Pov *********************Am I dead? I should be dead. I shot myself in the head. Why can I feel sand? I open my eyes and wince when it's really bright around me. I blink a few times then slowly sit up. I use my hands to lift myself up and feel sand again. I look around and frown when I realise I'm on a beach. Is this... heaven? I should be in hell if I'm being honest. I look around more as I stand up and stop when I see a house on the beach. It looks exactly like the one me and Lorenzo were looking at before he... you know. The front door opens and a dog bounds out and runs into the ocean. A black Labrador, Enzo's favourite dog. My heart almost stops when I see him walk out of the door after the dog. He has a huge smile on his face and is only wearing summer shorts. He turns and looks at me with a shocked face. He's quite far away from me, but we both start running to get to each other. "George?" Enzo shouts as he gets closer. I start laughing as we both collide an