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The morning of your funeral. Your POV

I saw my body laying in the mahogany brown, black painted casket. Black and red roses decorated in back of the casket, the sound of a piano playing. A faint sound of people sobbing, the sounds of whimpering and the groans filled the room. They were almost as loud as the piano.

It broke my heart, I wanted to hug them so badly and let them now how they'll be okay. I saw the tears within Gerard's eyes as he sang, the pain in Patrick's and the emotional distress throughout Tyler's. Mr. & Mrs. Urie were praying. Brendon cried in Ray's arms. He tightened a grip onto him. It broke my heart to see a sad Patrick Stump, his face red while Cianna's was buried in it.

What's the worst thing I could say? Things are better if I stay. So long, and goodnight. So long and goodnight. Gerard sang into the microphone, he dropped to his knees in the pain. Stephanie trying to wipe off the tears from her face. The tears kept going from their faces.

I looked at my dead body and scoffed. Why does it hurt to see my own body in a fancy casket? Why did it hurt to see myself in a grey and red dress, with matching make-up? Why did it hurt to know my body could lay there lifeless and have almost every body sobbing and not sitting there quietly?

Probably because my fucking parents weren't there. Neither of them. My fucking step dad was there, though. I didn't know what to think. I was ready to forget. I was ready to let go.

After Helena, Patrick and his band, Fall Out Boy, went up there. Patrick standing next to the casket, I saw his knees shaking and his heart pounding. He was gonna have a mental break down. I tried saying something, I was screaming at the top of my lungs but I'm not mortal anymore.

I can't

I've got troubled thoughts and a self esteem to match. What a catch, oh what a catch.. I heard Patrick sing. My heart broke, his singing got hardly emotional, as his fedora was sliding off his head. After my funeral, it was worse. Nyla, Stephanie, Cianna and Ray carried my casket to the car.

Years passed by... Tyler and Josh committed suicide together, Melanie died of cancer, Cianna, Nyla and Steph were gone from over dose of their medicines. Patrick died from car crash and Gerard was.. shot.

Brendon out lived us. Heh. He died of old age.. in his sleep, peacefully and quietly.

I woke up in another life. Things were amazing! I was in college when I met all of my friends again.. Brendon and I laid under the tree with me, I fed birds, ducks and the small fishes.

My therapy dog sat in my lap. I laid back and watched birds flying over me. Brendon looked at me. I smiled at him, gazing into his eyes. I can remember my past. I remember him, he's my crush.. again. I won't mess up this time. I'll tell him.

"I feel just like a nerd, watching birds, watching me here all alone." I sang softly. "Well.. you're not really alone." Brendon chuckled and pulled me into his arms. "Did you know most doves are lesbians?.." I said and hugged him.

"Oh really? How?" He asked. "Well.. most doves are females, they try to make nests with each other. And they try to build families.. but they can't. Because they're both female." I told him. "That makes sense." He said. "Brendon, I think you're pure like a dove." I told him.

"You're like one. Doves are beautiful, you are too." He told me. "Beebo, what would you say if I told you that I liked you?" I asked him. "Are you trying to tell me you like me?" He asked me.

I tightened up. "Yes, I do." I said. "Don't worry, Y/n/n. I like you back." He said, pulling me into a kiss. I cried. I kissed him back.

Happily ever after

Story : Birds
Author : LamsGaming
Categories : Angst, love, drama, fiction
Idea : A dream I've had at one point. I just wanted to write.