𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙄𝙀.
What do you get when you throw five musically inclined teenagers in detention and leave them alone for ten minutes?
You get a brand new band, new friendships, and a...
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GHOST OF YOU — 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER If I can dream long enough You'd tell me I'd be just fine
JULY 26, 1995. FOUR DAYS AFTER.
THE FIRST FUNERAL Olivia attended was Reggie's.
The wake was held in a funeral home by the ocean, which she knew Reggie would've loved. The service was short and sweet. She wasn't asked to speak. His parents were on their best behaviour for the most part, only arguing and placing blame on each other as they exited the cemetery. She could hear Reggie's voice in her head telling her to stop being so negative, but even he would know that their marriage would never survive this.
The next was Alex's.
It was a lovely service, but Alex would've hated it. The colour scheme of the flowers was one he disliked and the pews of the church were filled with family members who condemned him when he was alive. His parents decided to bury him in a catholic cemetery in a last ditch attempt to 'save him', as Kat angrily confided when they walked through the perfectly trimmed grass together. The thirteen year old's resolve deteriorated halfway through her eulogy and she dissolved into a puddle of tears. No one made a move to comfort her, so Olivia got up and wrapped her in her arms. Alex's cousin, Eloise, finished the speech for her.
The final funeral was Luke's.
Before this week, Olivia had never been to a funeral. The only one she would've gone to was her grandfather's on her mother's side, but he passed away before she was born. She was a stranger to grief. So consequently, she had no idea how to write a eulogy.
When Emily and Mitch reached out to her, asking if she could speak at the service, she said yes, but she had no idea what to say. She couldn't write anymore, not without Luke. He made her a better writer and now, anything she wrote ended up in the trash. No praise would do justice to the life Luke lived, to the impact he left. He couldn't fit onto a piece of paper. Maybe that's why she wrote so many songs about him. She'd be writing songs about him for the rest of her life.
Olivia spent the night before the funeral in the garage, sitting in silence as she scribbled down insufficient phrases until the early sunrise. She hated the studio now. All it did was remind her of who she lost, but staying in the studio was the only way she could be close to them.
Now, she sat in the studio again. Except this time, she was wearing a pretty black dress and staring at a letter she wrote to Luke with the intention of reading it out loud at the service. Her smudged handwriting heavily resembled his and was paired with tear stains.
The sound of the garage door opening caused her to look up. Mikey stood in the doorframe dressed in his best suit, staring at her with a tired expression. He tried his best to keep his focus on her, not wanting to look at the room his honorary brothers spent all their time in.
