Forever in Music// Dnf

7.

(Tip listen to song 'how to save a life' for this chapter)

Death is a funny thing. It creeps up on you when you least expect it. It poisons your mind and creates darkness. But, when you experience death, you can't feel. You can't seem or hear or taste. And when death pulls someone else under the covers of darkness and endless sorrow, you're sad.

It's funny, how you can know someone for years, and then forget all about them. And when you finally get reintroduced, they die a few days later. It's funny how you can know someone for your whole life, spending every day with them, and still feel like you didn't have enough time with them. It's strange how when everything seems to stop, to come to a halt, the world keeps turning, and the clock keeps ticking. Because clocks don't have an expiration date.

People do.

People had due dates. Times in their life that they weren't allowed to miss. People's time expired. Death wasn't a worry, it was an inevitable fate that you couldn't turn down or avoid.

Death had come for him. He was gone. Sapnap kept Bad's note with him, and Niki kept the other one. They called an ambulance, but he had been dead for a few minutes already. All the doctors did was pronounce him dead. Officially. They all knew it was dumb to be sad. It was coming anyway. They all knew it. Well, not the exact date but that it was going to happen.

Yet the tears wouldn't stop. They just flowed out of the barely opened eyes of George, Sapnap, and Niki. Dream hadn't spoken since they had found him, and Minx would cry, but she was dehydrated and had been crying for the past couple hours non-stop. Her eyes were red, but her face was dry. The group was all sad, and silence was the only sound. Besides the distant ticking of a clock nobody wanted to hear.

They sat on the couches in George's living room, surrounded by what seemed to be a dark, empty houses where Bad had died. Sapnap, his closest friend, had been asked to plan his funeral. But Sapnap didn't want to. He didn't want to be the one to plan his best friends funeral. But he was the only one who could, as Bad was technically an orphan, as his parents had left him at the doorstep of an orphanage only a few months after he was born. So, he accepted. But George knew he couldn't. He would break down.

"I could do it." George looked at Sapnap, his voice just barely a whisper. Sapnap looked up at him, his face glistening from tears

"What?" His voice cracked as he stare at George, eyes just a sliver

"I could plan his..." George said, making a movement with his hands to indicate 'funeral' Sapnap closed his eyes, but more tears leaked out. "Sorry..."

"N-no, it's fine. That would be great actually." Sapnap tried to smile. It didn't work.

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Days came and went, the sun rose and fell, and the mood felt practically the same. Bad's grave was about 2 miles away from George's house, and everyone went. Flowers were planted, placed, and arranged around his name, and the gravestone. After he had died, everyone went back to their homes. And George was alone again. But, his house had an empty feeling, a sadness, or a darkness. George didn't want to be alone, but he didn't feel like leaving.

Back to square one. Everything he had done in the past couple days, undone by a death. Something that felt so meaningless only a month ago. Something that shouldn't matter, but made a huge impact. George laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and stood up. He climbed a ladder, and opened a door. Dust billowed and finally settled in the ground. He looked around, and picked up a box, 'Songs For the Broken' and set it on top of the piano.