This is part 2 basically of Zach Herron Depression, but since they're grieving I just renamed it. Anyways enjoy.
Corbyn put on his suit as tears ran down his cheeks. He looked at the 8 Letters poster in his room. He would never get to make Zach laugh again. He would never get to hear Zach complain about his random facts about space. He would never get to chase the boy around the house. "Dammit."
Daniel walked in, his eyes were red but he didn't seem to be crying anymore. "Corbs?"
"I'm ready," Corbyn replied as his brother Jordan also walked into the room.
"I'll get Jack," Jonah muttered as he went down the hall.
Jonah knocked on Jack's bedroom door and there was no response. He opened the door and found Jack curled up in bed with his back turned to the door. "Jack? Are you crying?"
"No," Jack stammered as he wiped the tears away.
"Aww. I'm so so sorry. I wish we could've done something sooner," Jonah sighed as he helped Jack to his feet. "It's time to go to the funeral."
As they sat in the car the boys were going through their phones. No one wanted to talk. There was the occasional laugh as they found a funny picture of Zach.
The funeral seemed to fly by. No one knew what happened. They found themselves in the car but Corbyn wouldn't drive. He couldn't. "Fuck," Corbyn sobbed punching the steering wheel.
Jack hugged his bandmate. "I know. I know it hurts Corbyn."
It was the worst thing they'd ever dealt with. Jonah couldn't stop thinking. The pain in his chest was almost overwhelming as tears streamed down his face. No one knew how hard Jonah was taking it. He thought he was going to die from the pain of losing his best friend.
Months passed and the boys were in the studio for the first time since Zach's death. They were trying to make a new single. Jonah sighed as he shook his head. "We can't do this. It won't work."
*A week later*
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"Jack? Are you in there?" Daniel asked gently knocking on the door. "Jack?"
Jack lay curled up in his bed as he did every day. He wasn't hungry. He couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept in almost a month. He pulled his blanket over him and closed his eyes.
Daniel opened the door and put the tray on Jack's desk. He took the day-old food tray with him. "There's fresh food just in case," he muttered and left.
Daniel walked down the hall into Corbyn's room. "Hey, buddy. Did you eat anything we left here yesterday?"
Corbyn didn't move. He was mentally exhausted. Daniel set down the second food tray and took Corbyn's old tray. "There's more food just in case you get hungry."
Daniel went to the kitchen and threw the food away knowing it was spoiled. He grabbed his car keys and went to the car. He drove around the city for several hours before coming back to the house. He went inside and was met by a panicked Corbyn. "Help, I heard Jonah scream and something glass smashed but he's not coming out of his room."
