Everything was blue.

His eyes, his hair, his clothes.

His soul.

Standing next to a casket that consumed the body of Blue's beloved brother, Blue did nothing but stare. His eyes could not release the tears which were pleading to be liberated.

His mother stood behind him, a sable bodycon dress that clung to her gorgeous curves. Her hair was tucked in a ponytail, a blue rose covering up the bun holding her hair together. The eyes that once contained life, happiness, and peace were now filled with suffering and pain. Her skin had lost its glow and her lips had lost their friend; her beautiful smile. With her hand on Blue's shoulder, she bawled her eyes out whilst family, friends and invited guests walked into the church. The relentless choking on her tears shook him, but he stayed still and continued to stare until a woman came up to them and gently pulled his mother away.

"Calm down, Lisbeth. We don't want your heart to start up again," Blue heard a woman say as she ran her fingers through his mother's hair. She averted his eyes from the casket for a second to catch a glimpse of his mother. He wanted to feel bad, but his heart would not let him.

He felt vacant; he could not think straight. His body was numb and he had no idea how to feel. He was still in shock at the loss of his brother, his best friend. The hair on his arms stood up and goosebumps emerged on his skin as the wind tickled him. Indiscernible petals dripping with melancholia bloomed from every pore on his flesh forming a dark aura. Desolation swam in his empty, dull eyes.

The ceremony had not begun yet. He stood outside the church where the casket normally laid for a funeral, waiting for comers to give them their condolences; something Blue hated to hear.

He thought they were just a basket filled with deceiving lies that professional hypocrites would say to remind the grieving of their futility. He thought there was no truth in their fibs and that brought anger to his soul.

A little boy passing by with his mother paused and glanced at Blue. His large brown eyes bored into Blue's soul, trying to read him, but failed miserably. Having failed, he let go of his mother, walked over to Blue and grabbed his hand. Blue blinked, stunned by the boy's sudden actions, and lowered his head to finally see his face. He had on the exact thing as Blue; a dark grey suit that kissed his frame, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his wrists, his black, polished shoes suffocated his toes but he went along with it just for the funeral, and to top it off, a gray tie around his neck that brushed his stomach at any sudden movement.

"Kenneth!" His mother whisper-yelled to her son as she frowned and tried to catch his attention. But, the little boy was too busy staring at Blue to even notice his mother's appearance.

He glanced from Blue, to the casket then back to Blue before he said softly and fruitily in a tiny voice that sent chills up the spine of anyone who heard him, "I'm sorry for your loss."

With that, he rubbed circles on the back of Blue's hand and parted from him shortly.

Blue collected himself seconds after standing there, stunned by the boy's behavior. Soon enough, he turned his attention back to his brother. Blue raised his hand and ran his fingers through his brother's chesntut hair. The name 'London' was printed on the shirt that they begged to be placed on him. His skin was coated in white, his lips consuming the color as well. His eyes were glued shut, and you could still see the mark he positioned around his neck.

Blue could feel the tension in his body as though it was he who wrapped the rope around his neck. He could feel the life in his body slowly but surely evaporate from him, emanating from his opened wounds. He could still see the blood-stained carpet below his brother's lifeless body, the blood that oozed out from London's wrists, the blade that stuck to one of his arms because of how deep he dug it into his skin. He wondered how London managed to climb up to the rope hanging from his ceiling after slicing both his wrists open. He knew that surely must have been painful.

That day, Blue lost everything.

The ear-piercing scream that erupted from his mouth was enough to make him lose his voice for weeks, and he never spoke again after that. It's not that he could not talk; he chose not to. People believed that he screamed until he lost his voice completely, which was utter bullshit to Blue.

"Lucky, darling."

Hearing his real name, Blue looked up. His eyes met a pair of brown ones, ones similar to his brother's. He instantly recognized who the person was and gritted his teeth, turning back to the casket.

His aunt frowned and brought her hand up to grasp Blue's own, but he retaliated. He shot a glare towards her and said nothing.

"Lucky, you have to forgive me," she pleaded, a frown lingering on her lips. Blue let out a bitter chuckle at those words.

"Please," she begged. Trying again, she raised her hand and placed it on Blue's shoulder. He lowered his head and grabbed a hold of her hand, his fingers squeezing the life out of his aunt's wrist.

"Don't you dare touch me," he spat, venomously. His aunt's eyes widened and she hissed, leaning to the side to reduce the pain as she brought her hand up to hold Blue's.

A few people noticed them and walked a little closer, their eyes glued to the scene. His aunt turned her head towards them, frowned, then turned back to Blue.

"You know I didn't mean what I said to him, Lucky. You know I loved that boy to death. I, too, was going through-"

Blue burst into a fit of laughter and threw his head back, clutching his stomach. That caught even more people's attention.

"Love him? You killed him! You made him take his own life and drove him crazy with those damn disgusting words of yours! You never cared about him. You just wanted company because your husband left you!" Blue's chin trembled and his eyes welled up with tears as he clenched his teeth. His aunt's face was priceless. The woman was shocked. She couldn't utter a word after what Blue had just said to her.

After a long pause, she opened her mouth. "I-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" He cut her off. A great tremor took over him; he could no longer hold in the heartbreak. He knew he should not be yelling in the church, let alone swear, but he could not fight the urge. All the emotions he concealed inside were now pouring from his tongue.

"I hate you! You should be dead; you should be the one laying in this casket, not him! You deserve to die!" The sudden outburst caused his aunt to shrink back in fear. Her eyebrows pulled together and tears poured from her eyes.

Blue dug his nails into her flesh, his opposite hand rising in a fist. His breathing was uneasy, his chest felt heavy, he felt like someone was hammering at his throat. The feeling of his heart pumping in his neck was enough to leave him paranoid. The pace picked up before slowing down, repeating itself every five seconds. His cheeks were tinted red, and he was beginning to burn up.

Without warning, he parted his lips and let out a monstrous scream which shook the building.

Two arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from his aunt. He growled and fought back, begging to be released. Mourns escaped from his lips now and then, along with a few curse words.

"Let me go, dammit! Let me go!" Blue yelled, not once looking back to see who captured him and dragged him away from the church.

That day was a mess for the Valentine family. Everyone witnessed something they never thought would have happened, everyone including Chance Coleman.