Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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As the grey clouds took over the blue sky, sending gloomy auras around town, a group of people were huddled under a tall oak tree, all wearing black.

Sobs and distraught faces were seen upon every person as they all hugged and touched the closet casket of their loved one.

A man in particular was sitting down on a bench next to the oak tree, watching as everyone sent their love and condolences to the family of the deceased.

In his hand was a brown cane that had a scratched gold handle. He was twirling it around in his hands, having to keep moving as he could never sit still. On his left wrist was a worn down watch that had pretty yellow detailing. His blonde hair was styled respectably, his grey and white hairs glistening faintly in the gloomy light.

His eyes, once bright hazel eyes were now dull and droopy. Wrinkles permanently lined on his face from all the facial expressions he would make throughout the years. Most of those creases were from laughter.

This man was once a happy man, but as time went by, he realised that happiness is just a faze, no one is really truely happy.

So he was sitting on the bench next to the tall oak, wearing a black suit with his hair styled respectably, twirling his can around in front of him with a glum look on his once happy face.

He looked up at the picture of the deceased and immediately looked back down at his cane, wanting nothing more than to forget everything.

"Dad?"

The man looked up at his son's voice, forcing a semi-smile and putting a stop to twirling his cane and waved.

"Hi son."

The man's son walked over to his Dad with a small smile on his face and sat down next to him, putting an arm around his old but strong shoulders, he smoothened out a wrinkle in his suit.

"How long have you been here?" The boy asked his father.

"Not long, maybe ten minutes."

"I didn't know you were coming to this." The boy said, his smile fading, "I didn't really know that you knew him well."

The man chuckled for a second, "Oh, he was just an old friend."

"Old friend?" The boy frowned, "How come you never mentioned him?"

"Oh Tommy, you were always the curious type, weren't you?"

Tommy rolled his eyes at his Dad, "And you were always the mysterious, asshole type weren't you?"

The man laughed lightly and ruffled his son's hair, "When did you get here?"

"Just now, Tubbo sent an uber for me."

The man rolled his eyes, "It's his father's funeral today and he still had to organise an uber for you?"

"Well I offered to come with him but he just thought I would make a mockery of everything."

The man smiled and looked for his son's friend, "Oh I always knew that boy was smart."

Tommy scoffed and shook his head, "Whatever."

Toby, who saw the man and Tommy looking over at him gave them a smile and started walking towards them.

"Hi Mr. Greene, Tommy." Toby greeted them and gave them both a hug.

"How have you been Tubbo?" The man asked.

The brunette sighed and shrugged, "Well I've been better, I've been trying to get Mum to come down and say bye, but she's not having it." He sat down on the other side of the man, "I don't know, I just thought people would still care for others, even if they are divorced."

The man frowned angrily, "Cecile isn't coming to his funeral?"

"No, she's not having anything to do with Dad." Toby scoffed, "Even when he's no longer with us, she doesn't want anything to do with him."

"No wonder why they divorced." Tommy commented.

Toby and the man shot Tommy a look before looking at each other and away - they knew he was right.

"Guys, it's about to begin." Toby's older brother Wilbur said and motioned for the three of them to join the others.

"Okay, we'll be right there." Toby nodded and sat up.

Tommy got up and offered an arm to his father, helping him stand up and making sure the cane was giving him support.

"Uh Mr. Greene?" Toby asked hesitantly.

"Yes Tubbo?"

"Uhh since my Mum isn't here to say something about my Dad, I was wondering if you would."

The man froze and looked at Toby wearily, "W-why?"

Toby cleared his throat, "Well, we're short on one more person to give a eulogy and Dad would talk about you quite often when he was still with us."

Tommy frowned, "Am I the only one who didn't know they were close friends?"

"Yes." Toby deadpanned then faced the man, "Please, it would make a great deal to me and Will," He paused, "I know it would make a great deal to my Dad as well."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, "H-he would talk about me?" He cleared his throat, "What would I say?"

"Anything about my Father that you would like to share. It doesn't have to be rehearsed, it can be anything at all."

"A-anything? Are you sure?"

Toby nodded, "Yes, Dad always told me you were quite the talker, I know the people here would love to hear stories of when Father was younger."

The man smiled and nodded, "Okay then, I guess I can say a few words."

"Brilliant, thank you." Toby smiled and led the three of them to the ceremony.

Tommy and his father took a seat in the front row next to Wilbur and Wilbur's girlfriend Sally.

"Thank you for joining us." Wilbur smiled and looked at the man specifically, "Tubbo told me you're saying a few words, thank you."

"Of course." The man smiled sympathetically and watched as Toby approached the funeral conductor.

"Umm could you add another name to the list?"

"Oh, it's good you found someone." The funeral conductor said with a smile and took a notepad out, "Okay, who am I adding?"

Toby locked eyes with the man and smiled before looking back at the funeral conductor.

"Clay Greene."