-𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 ;; 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙮𝙣

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧' 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬

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"we gather here today, to celebrate the life of the late corbyn matthew besson."

"he was a quiet kid, a lot of us didn't know him that well, though we've known him our whole lives."

"he passed for a reason we don't know, but we hope he's resting easy." the minister said.

"well me and his family knew." daniel grumbles under his breath, eyebrows crinkling.

daniel zoned out, not really paying attention to the service.

"most of it was bullshit anyways." he mumbles.

"corbyn was a brother, a son, a best friend, and more, to just a few people. we all wish we could've known him more." the minister said, fake sadness dripping from his voice.

"yeah, i wish i would have known him better." daniel's thoughts rang, him being ready to take over the service himself.

"finally, we gather here today to seek and receive comfort. we would be less than honest to say our hearts did not ache over this situation. we are not too proud to acknowledge that we have come here today, trusting that god will minister our hearts, and give us strength to continue our walk with him. it's our human nature that wants to understand everything now, but trust requires that we lean and rely everything on god, even when things seem unclear." the pastor drew on, and on.

"we are going to move beyond the tears. we are going to move beyond our questions... because the holy spirit is here today to comfort and strengthen each and every heart!  and he will continue to be with us as we continue to live for god."

"i don't remember being religious." daniel mumbles once again.

"an individual made the following statement: "the measure of a life is not in its duration but in its donation."

"mr. besson donated his life to those he loved and we should cherish that. may god be with you all." the minister finishes, sitting down.

"thank you mr. john" ray besson says, taking over the podium.

"i never thought i'd be here, helping conduct my son's funeral, but here i am."

"mr. james, please come to help us lead a song."ray says, a grim look on his face.

"let us sing." the man by the name of james starts.

"amazing grace, how sweet the sound..." daniel drowns out the voices of everyone, only listening to his thoughts.

and to think just a few weeks ago, i was in love with him. daniel thinks, mouth pressed into a tight line.

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daniel laid a bouquet of flowers down by the tomb, his fingers grazing on the cold stone.

he bought  flowers that reminded him of his lost love, hydrangea's; meaning heartfelt, heather's; meaning admiration, and tulip's; being the declaration of love.

he sat at that tombstone, one stray tear rolling down his face. 

"at least he's in space now."

A/N: what do you think so far?