Summary: Caspar tells Joe what he loves about him, and even though Caspar thinks that he doesn't hear him, Joe does.
WARNINGS: Death
A/N- I have no idea what this is and it's really depressing and stuff but my hair smelled like peaches and suddenly this came to mind and I have no idea why peaches relate to death but yeah I made myself cry with this and I don't know what's going on but yes here *throws feels at you* TAKE THEM I DONT WANT THEM
It's meant to be short...

"I love you. And I don't mean that as a easy way of getting out of this, I mean I love you. No actually, I'm in love with you. I love the way your blue eyes used to sparkle in the light. I love the way your smile lit up the room, and made me feel safe and protected. I love how you helped me, you saved me. I love your laugh, it was the most beautiful sound I ever heard. I love the way you wanted me, you made me feel wanted. You made me feel happy again. I love the way your voice sounded in the morning, and even though our breaths reeked of morning breath, we'd kiss anyway. That didn't matter to us. I love the way you loved me back. I love you, and I won't ever stop."

"Notice the past tense? It didn't mean that I stopped loving you, it means that your gone."

Caspar placed the rose on Joe's grave, and he wiped a fallen tear. His friends walked off leaving Caspar alone with his thoughts, and the sound of silence. The birds still sung, but the song didn't sound right anymore. The wind blew, but instead of it being comforting it just felt cold and sharp. Caspar took a deep breath and fell into his knees, and not caring about the dirt on it, kissed the top of the grave. He whispered goodbye, and stood up.
"You were my sunshine, but there's going to have to be some rain for a while."
And as Caspar walked away from the grave, he felt a warmth in his hand. He smiled. It felt like Joe's hand in his. Joe's hand was small and bony, but it was warm and made Caspar have butterflies in his stomach. Caspar paused. Joe's hand was one of the main things Caspar loved about Joe. His hand locked with Caspar's is where he wanted it to stay forever.

Suddenly the warth was gone, and was replaced with a piercing coldness. And Caspar was forced to put his hands in his pocket. A few moments later he held out his hand, hoping that Joe's hand would hold it again.

But it was gone.
Just like he was.

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