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A funeral. He didn't want to go, but he felt like he should. He hadn't really left his house at all since the ... incident. It was a bit of an understatement to say he was disturbed about the whole thing. Depression hung over him like a cloud, but he wasn't the type to stay down under for long. ​

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Now was the time for sadness, though. The funeral. He didn't necessarily understand it, but it was a joint one. Maybe it was easier on the parents to do it this way, and for the guests, but in any case -- all of the bodies would be buried by the end of the day and all of the families would be gathered together. A funeral is a good place mourn, his brother had always told him. You get it all out with everyone else. It's okay to cry at a funeral. Then, once you've said good bye ...​

It didn't feel so easy though. He wasn't close to any of them, but Sophie ... Well, that changed the whole dynamic between Pierce and him. It made him anxious. He didn't want to ... deal with it. Why couldn't everything just be and stay okay? ​

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He arrived at the funeral home and sat in his car for a bit, staring at his his phone and wondering if Pierce would be coming. It would be weird to text her about a funeral like it was a party or something, so he refrained. Instead, he tucked his cell phone away and got out of the car. ​

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Once inside of the funeral home, he received a memorial folder and took a seat, scanning over it to waste time.

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The clear sobbing from the families was gut wrenching and he found himself anxious to get the hell out of here as soon as it was over. Someone he didn't recognize stepped up to give a speech. He listened politely. He was biting his lip when the speech ended, and watched silently as tearful family members began to move up to the front ...

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Reed wasn't home so there was no interrogation to endure about how things had gone. A meal was made and eaten alone, and then he found himself in bed staring up at the ceiling. He thought about logging on to see if Mary was around but didn't. Technically they were still 'together' after all, but she hadn't made an effort to text so why should he check on her?

He sighed and rolled over in bed, throwing a blanket over his face and eventually drifting off to sleep. ​

Only two, please. I gave you 1 and 3, unless you want another combination.

I didn't have the energy to tell you and Fearless that you were wrong so I was just going to pretend that I meant two solos. It'll fill up faster that way anyhow so it's fine.

Alrighty, looks like we'll be rapping and looking for somebody to love. [/loud awkward laughter]

Thanks for voting, those of you who did. 8)

I'm sorry, Skyheart has claimed that song. I just updated the OP.

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『WEATHER』 GRAY SKIES, 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 1/1/2016 - ???AM ✖『DAY』 12​

❝Hey...Noelle? It's Jonathan...❞

Noëlle had been up for a while now, sitting at Bryan's desk with one of his old shirts draped over her body and scrolling idly through his internet history. All of his documents had been read through, some of which were sent to herself after. Same went for pictures, some PC game files - so that she could finish some of his abandoned games for him - and a few downloads she deemed important enough. They had a line of open communication between them, up to a point, so she was surprised to find some of the things she had on his PC. A part of her couldn't help but wonder how well she really knew Bryan, despite them being siblings.

It was always so much about her ... She was always so selfish!

His blinds and curtains were drawn shut, blocking out every repugnant drop of light from the outside. The glow of the monitor flickered dully in her eyes as she opened up his bookmarks with a quiet sigh to herself.

❝Wanna come down for something to eat? If not I can keep you company...err...if you'd like that...❞

Slowly, her head turned so she could take the door into view with a scowl. Noëlle felt like absolute shit. She had taken three pills instead of the one pill she was meant to, and had spent all morning sobbing and contemplating leaping out of Bryan's bedroom window. Her head was heavy and her heartbeat pounded in her ears, reminding her that she was still living. Still breathing.

Bryan was not.

Everything screamed it at her.

An earlier phone check confirmed that his and the other's funeral would be tomorrow. She didn't plan on going. It was too much ...

Carefully, she stood up and her body ached in protest. Her feet trudged clumsily against the carpet beneath her and a pale hand raked through the messy red strands of hair falling over her face. She unlocked and swung the bedroom door open, taking a flustered looking Jonathan into view.

Go away.

❝... Why are you still here?❞ Her voice was low and hoarse. ❝Did you need something from me? ... I'm not hungry, I just want to be alone. You can go home now.❞

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When he was gone, she returned back to Bryan's computer. She spent most of the day there, and then crawled back into bed with his blankets snug around her. It took a while, but eventually she fell asleep.

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

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『WEATHER』 GRAY SKIES, 30°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/31/2015 - ???PM ✖『DAY』 11​

❝Good Morning, Noëlle.❞ He smiled warmly and stepped further into the hospital room, taking a seat by her bed. She folded her legs under her and placed her cell phone back into her purse. A moment later it vibrated and she pulled it free again, hoping it was Bryan - or Ms. Chambers. It wasn't. That was alright, though. It was Maria! She was likely checking on her, and she appreciated it. Hoping Jonathan wouldn't find it too rude, she opened up her inbox and read through the message.

From: Maria
Hey. Are you out of the hospital yet?
I can't imagine how you are taking
things right now. I was thinking
about coming over tomorrow. Do you
think you'll be able to manage some
company? I'm so sorry for you, hon.

What is she talking about ...? Her smile faded slowly, and she set the phone back down without replying, trying to rationally assess the situation without panic. Bryan and her mother were ignoring her, Joey was being avoidant ... Her eyes met with Jonathan's. Did this have something to do with her accident?

❝I'm glad to see your doing much better than before. ... Noëlle...I told you yesterday I had something I needed to tell you...its about that crash...❞

Wait ... ! Her chest suddenly felt restricted and her lungs felt heavy in her ribcage. If something had happened, she wasn't ready to hear it. What if something had happened to Ms. Chambers? Is that why Joey sounded so sore with her? He and her mother had gotten awfully close over the last few years ... he wouldn't do well if something happened to her. And Bryan! Was he ignoring her because he didn't want to tell her what happened? Her eyes pricked with tears and her lips pressed together in a thin line ... She had to be an adult about this.

❝You know how I told you how your bus crashed into two cars? ... The people in the cars didn't survive...❞ Jonathan closed his eyes, breaking their connection to hers. She wished he'd get on with it. Her fingers trembled, fidgeting in her lap. ❝In the first car was a girl named Sophie Bennett and a boy named Lucas Cygnette...❞

The pressure on her chest lifted a bit. It was selfish, but she felt worlds of relief knowing no one close to her had been hurt. What was Maria going on about, then? Lucas and Sophie were her classmates, too, wouldn't they be handling the news similarity? ... Unless -

❝In the second car...was a boy.....his name was...❞ Jonathan grasped at his hair, clearly struggling to tell her. The silence between them was unbearable. A boy.

❝Aah, wait ...❞ She didn't want to hear it! She wanted nothing more than to slam her palms to her ears and never hear anything again. Her protest was barely even a whisper, so she doubted he could hear her.

❝....I'm sorry...His name was Bryan Chambers...❞

Deep, turquoise eyes fell and settled on her trembling, pale fingers. The world wavered - just for a second - from the nauseatingly vivid colors it was painted in, to something much ... duller. To be honest, she mostly felt confused. Everything added up - but it didn't fit. Bryan wasn't supposed to die, it was completely ridiculous. It felt like Jonathan's news was a puzzle piece that wasn't supposed to be there, just jammed and bent into place. A piece that shifted every other one, so that the picture didn't exactly match up right. It was ruined.

There was a devastating silence between them in which all of the disbelief and questions swirling around in her head finally quieted, and she shifted in her hospital bed.

❝Oh, alright ...❞ She cleared her throat and lifted her chin, reaching out to place an annoyingly shaky hand on the green-eyed boy's shoulder. ❝Thank you for telling me ... I know that must have been hard for you, Jonathan.❞

He put his hand on top of hers and shook his head. ❝I'm just worried for you...listen...let me take you home...I don't want you roaming alone, alright?❞

She smiled. It didn't feel forced. It didn't feel like anything.

❝Alright then.❞

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As soon as she was 'all good to go', she was released from the hospital with a few bandages, some painkillers and a brace for her arm. Jonathan had reserved a taxi for them as soon as she pressed the 'nurse' button, and arrived as they left the building.

The ride was quiet. Noëlle didn't take much notice of anything outside of the car. Her eyes remained locked on the taximeter for the duration of the ride.

Ms. Chamber's car was parked in the driveway. Of course she was home, that useless fucking bitch. Despite everything ... she couldn't manage to be there for her, not even now. Not even when she needed her. Aah, she shouldn't think such things about her mother. After all, she was all she really had now - in this house ...

Jonathan paid the taxi man before she could get her money out and she thanked him, stepping out onto the snow covered parking lot and making her way up to her door.

They stood there a bit awkwardly, a scene that mimicked that of young teenagers in puppy love saying good night after a date. What she would give for that to be the scenario. The thought churned up again - was this her fault? Was it because she had expected too much out of Bryan? Because she had drugged him? It was. He wouldn't have even gone out if it weren't for her pushing him to talk to her. Maybe he would have been going somewhere else. A shiver ran down her spine. This wasn't right.

❝Thank you for taking me home ...❞ Her voice was gentle, but distracted. She pulled her key out and unlocked the front door. Ms. Chambers and Joey sat on the couch, huddled together as the woman sobbed. Noëlle blinked at them. A flash of pure, unfiltered rage washed over her and then faded away back into nothing. Without closing the door, or taking off her shoes, or saying anything to the disgusting couple occupying the living room, she walked down a hall and up the stairs.

Ms. Chambers called after her, distraught, but she didn't slow down or stop until she was at Bryan's door. Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob and she pushed it open, breathing in the comforting, warm scent of her big brother. Her dead big brother. Why was he dead? It didn't make any sense. All that she knew was that someday, his scent would leave this room.

Her fingers shook as she locked his door behind her and dropped her bag. She pulled off her shoes, and then her coat, and skirt, and blouse, and everything, until she stood alone in his room, trembling. Her arm ached when she moved it, but she didn't care - ah, she had pills for that! Kneeling back down onto his carpet, she took another deep breath and felt around for her bag. A few painkillers were plopped into her palm and forced down her dry throat. There.

When she was done, she peeled back the blankets on his bed and buried her body beneath them, tangling herself in the cool sheets and forcing her nose hard against his pillow, taking a deep breath. This was as close as she would ever be to him again, and one day, this wouldn't even be enough. One day her mother may wash his blankets, and get rid of his clothes. Maybe her and Joey would turn this into a guest room. Maybe their house would burn down one day and all she would have of him were memories. Silent, repeating images flashing in her head like some tragic story book with an inconclusive ending. One she'd read a million times.

❝Bryan, I don't understand ...❞ Her voice was muffled against the pillow thrown over her face, depriving her of oxygen. She pulled it back a bit and when she did, finally noticed that tears were pouring down her cheeks - down her chin. She pressed the pillow into her chest and breathed in once ... then again ... then, before she knew it, she was gasping and sobbing without restraint. ❝You weren't supposed to die! I don't know what would have ... what would have happened between us, but you weren't supposed to die. At worst, you would get married and have children and forget all about me - but you weren't meant to leave me forever. What am I supposed to ... What am I supposed to do ... How am I supposed to even ... !❞

This had to be some kind of a joke. It was too wrong. It wasn't meant to happen this way.

❝Noëlle,❞ her eyes fluttered open again. Without any more of a warning, he tilted her chin up and she stopped breathing. What was happening? What was he doing? Her body went stiff. She felt frozen in place - in time, even. Then, he leaned forward and her fingers curled into fists, wrapped into his shirt as his lips pressed against hers. ​

❝Oh my God ... Bryan! Bryan ...! ❞ She choked, curling her body tighter underneath his blankets. Her fingers trailed over her chin as she remembered the warmth that spread through her when their lips touched. The happiest night of her life.

... Never again.

She would never be happy again.

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Happy birthday, TB-Ojīchan. > ///// <

OP updated!! Please tell me what I need to update for your achievements. * n *

that was great hot-kun <3

thanks y'all for participating. you were all wonderful desu ne

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this is great synk-kun unff

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Cal, you sound fabulous. * u *
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