Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter. The sky cries, sobbing harder and harder. It lands on the car windows and slides down. I turn on the windshield wipers when it soon blurs.

The empty car filled with silence. The only noise is the rain's tapping. I stop at a red light. I lean back in my seat and look over at the passengers side.
I advert my eyes away from the box sitting there and try to distract myself, so I look at the car beside me. A woman chatting on the phone while doing her makeup at this red light. I shake my head at the stupidness of it.

Without intention, my eyes drift to the small black box that sits next to a bouquet of flowers. A card attached to them, addressed from me. My phone lies, screen up, next to them as well as my blazer.

I really don't want to do this, I think and repeat every few seconds I glance at the valuables. I look back up at the light. Still red and vibrant. I tap my fingers on the wheel and sigh heavily.

My phone buzzes and vibrates against the chair, sliding closer to the black box. I look over to see a message from my "good friend". He's no longer a good friend of mine in my eyes. Not after all of this and all he's said. I have no interest in forgiveness with him.

I grip the wheel tightly. My head soon falls to the steering wheel as I snicker a bit before having them turn into sniffles. I soon rest my arm against the window along with my head on my hand. I look up at he rearview mirror to see my pink nose and eyes. I cough and readjust myself in my seat, sitting up straight and alert, avoiding to get lost in my thoughts.

The light is still red. The longest red light I've ever sat at. Why is it much longer than usual? Or is it just me, my luck of time going slower as I sit in this dead car. I wouldn't have to do this if I wasn't there. If I was home... he'd still be here, sitting in that seat, making time faster as he cracks those jokes I hate so much, but love guiltily.

If only I hadn't yelled at my good friend. If only I had decided to go apologize the next day. Now I'm blamed for his death. I agree with him as much as I shouldn't.

My chest hurts. I can't help but retrace all the memories I have with him. The tears sit and swell in my eyes before I let them go. I feel my cheeks get warm as I cough and sob. Might as well get it all out now.

I remember the day so vividly:

"I feel so bad, I shouldn't have said that, goddamn." I grumble, pacing back and forth in front of him as he sits on the couch.

"You can apologize to him tomorrow. We have had fights like this all the time, I think you'll both be fine," he chuckles and gets up.

"I know, but.. it's different for us. We understand each other.. you're much more patient and considerate than he is," I begin to ramble, "and I don't want our friendship to be broken, or yours and his, because of my dumb entitlement to my opinion.. and--"

He wraps his long arms around me and sets his chin on my head. He kisses the top of my head. I instantly feel calmer and so safe in his embrace. It's as if all my worries were just absorbed by his magical way of comfort and destroyed.

"You worry too much. I'm sure he'll forgive you. I mean, can he really be mad at you for that long? Think about it." He says, softly, and starts to stroke my hair. I remove his hand from my head, because it makes me sleepy when he does that and he knows it, and step away to look at him.

"I just feel like it's all my fault. I should go over his house, it only feels right," I shrug.

He smiles at me, takes my hand, and pecks my cheek. His eyes staring deeply into mine. I get lost in them all the time. Everything about him I get lost in. His features are almost unreal, like something out of a fantasy. My Prince Charming. How'd I get so lucky?

"Whatever you think is right. I'll be here. I support you, always." His words slow and meaningful. Our foreheads lean against each other's as I intertwine my fingers with his.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I know we were supposed to watch the new episode together. I promise, tomorrow." I curve my eyebrows as I say it, to show empathy. I didn't want to leave him. I felt so terrible.

"It's okay, babe. Really. Be safe, I love you."

The words "I love you" flutter around in my ears and brain for a little bit before reaching my heart, which beats faster and harder. He pulls me in for a long kiss. I wonder if he can feel it. My heart beating ever so fast. Does he know I love him? I'm not one to say that word. I find it hard to do. I've never said "I love you" to him.

I bite my lip before saying my goodbye's. I put my shoes on and head out the door to our friend's place. I give him one last smile before completely exiting. His smile in return was from ear to ear as he waved.

I look up once again, realizing the lights green and I had zoned out, I press the gas pedal. I glance a quick second at my phone, which is vibrating more - I hadn't realized I had so many messages now.

I look at the time in the radio. 3:20. It starts at 4:30. Visitation was yesterday. I didn't attend that. Didn't feel the need to. I didn't have to anyway. I'm not the one who arranged it.

The words that I think that was so emotionless and cold suddenly leave a large pang of pain in my chest. My arms tense up as I try to focus on my driving. Coming up is my turn.

I park and look at the building with the huge cross on it. The sign on the side says "Dr. Robb's Funeral Home" along with the address. I walk slowly with the flowers and box in my hand. I enter, leading me to an isolated hallway filled with rooms of couches and boxes of tissues.

I pace up and down the hallway, not really knowing what to do as I'm early as ever. Not even the usual planner is here. I soon here the door creak open, along with the pouring rain punching the solid ground. I turn to see the planner, dusting off, pulling out a file, and looking quite surprised at me.

"Oh, excuse me. What funeral are you here for?" She asks, her voice very hoarse and raspy.

"The only one that's been planned here." I say, nonchalantly.

She clears her throat, obviously intimidated by my attitude.
She dusts off once more before approaching me with a gesture of a hand shake. I shake her hand, my other hand hugging the items securely so they won't fall.

"Would you like to see him?" She asks.

I hesitated for a moment, sitting up a bit straighter. I then nod. She walks ahead as I follow. I feel my hands begin to sweat. I feel my chest begin to burn, a pain I've never felt before, almost like I'm being stabbed - slowly and time consumingly. My legs turn slowly into jello - when I walk I drag my feet against the tile flooring.

"Here. I'll leave you be. If you need anything.."she pauses but doesn't finish, only leaves.

I take a few deep breathes before entering the room. Dark green carpet with small red dots on it. The wall plain and white. Chairs in rows of seven, plain and white, giving a very band feel. A stand with pictures of him all over it. Flowers, already sent and set up, surrounding the huge casket.

I swallow hard as I avoid the giant thing. I take a seat in the third row and fifth seat. I place down my flowers and box, I take off my blazer and take out my phone. The messages all from family saying they will be arriving shortly, along with "are you alright?" and, "talking is the best way for closure."

I turn off my phone and place my head in my hands. Here I was, again, in a silent room with him.. only this time, his presence isn't as lively as before..

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This series of stories is a unordered story. So basically any of these chapters can be form the past, present or future. Get it?

It's not any specific ship. You pick! And this will be a continued mini series for you guys.

Probably won't be consistent updates but when I get around to it. I feel this is a good way for me to update right now anyway.

Thanks for the positive feedback too guys <3 I appreciate it so much!!

~Danirious