We all die in the end

Chapter 2

Greyson slowly woke up, slumped over the airbag and steering wheel. His head was spinning and his ears were ringing. He could feel rain dripping down his face. But how could he feel the rain if he was in the car? He tried to move and scan his surroundings but the second he tried to move his neck a sharp unbearable pain stung him. Quickly giving up on looking around he tried to figure out what was going on with his eyes. He looked to the top of his vision and saw the windshield was shattered and the wipers were bent into jagged shapes. He tried to move his hand and realized some of the glass had punctured it. He couldn't move his fingers, the glass shards must have cut his tendons. That's gonna take a while to recover from. Wait who cares about his hand what about Matt?? He frantically darted his eyes around looking for his dear sweet boy. The rain was pouring down, pushing wet pieces of hair into his face and dripping into his eyes blurring his vision. He could just barely make out the grey college hoodie tie-dyed with red that Matt had stolen from Greyson. 'wait since when was it tie-dyed? And who would tye dye something with just red?' He thought to himself. Greyson drew in a panicked labored breath of air as he came to the realization that it wasn't tie-dyed.

He desperately tried to get over the horrible pain and get them both out of the crushed car. He dragged his sprained arm down and unbuckled himself. Luckily his upper body took most of the impact and he was able to lift himself without nearly as much struggle. He still couldn't quite keep his head up letting it hung low as he tried to unbuckle Matt and drag him out of the car too. As a gym trainer, he had a very high pain tolerance and strong muscles and was able to get both of them out, even with major injuries. He gently put his boyfriend down on the wet pavement and dropped himself to the ground, kneeling beside him. He was able to wipe the hair and rain off his face and blinked a few times to get a clear look at the damage. He examined Matt's body. His legs had been bent in unatural ways and his chest looked like it had been smashed in. He had his feet on the dash when it happened, his knees to his chest. The blinding headlights of the semi-truck behind them illuminated Matt's blank expression. The rain was pouring down, flooding his open mouth and pounding on his wide open eyes. However he didn't blink, not even a twitch.

"Nononononononononono" Greyson quietly mumbled to himself, his heart dropping to his feet.

He grabbed Matt's handsome face, what was once full of color and life, brightening any room he entered, was now cold and pale. He didn't even look like Matt anymore, just the husk of a man Greyson once loved. Greyson felt sick, he felt cold, he felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, he couldn't breathe. His head hung low and his silver hair, black at the roots, became soaked in the downpour. He allowed himself to collapse beside the body, holding the cold head in his arms, hugging it against his chest. He took a breath and lightly kissed the top of his head, feeling cold wet hair against his quivering lips. He let out one last whisper before passing out.

"I love you, Matt."

Greyson had sprained his shoulders and neck, and just as he thought the tendons in his hand had been cut, he'd need a surgery and physical therapy to be able to move his fingers again. He didn't care about that though, for all he cared he could lose all his limbs or become paralyzed if it meant Matt had survived the crash. Matt's legs snapped and his knees had crushed his ribs, puncturing his lungs and heart. Not an instant death but a quick and painless one from the shock. The funeral was held a few months after, so there was a enough time for Greyson to recover enough to attend. It was raining. Matt loved the rain, he loved the sound of the raindrops against windows and watching them roll down and merge with other droplets. When it rained he begged Greyson to go out on a walk together and enjoy watching all the frogs hop down the empty sidewalks. All of Matt's friends attended the funeral. His family however was nowhere to be found. He had gone no contact with his family a long time ago, his mom and dad wouldn't have had anything nice to say at the funeral anyways, maybe they would have complained about it not being at a church but instead at his favorite park, or that the slideshow only had pictures of him post-transition and they didn't use his real name. Or maybe they'd lecture Greyson about how their sweet little girl's death was all his fault and that he was a bad influence from the start. Greyson would have agreed. He hated himself for what happened. 'if only I had kept my eyes on the road' or 'what if he had never met me, would this have happened?' he would think to himself while crying himself to sleep, gripping a pillow to his chest, wishing it was Matt. Everyone at the funeral gave various speeches on who Matt was to them. Matt's mother figure Matilda and her drag queen friends talked about how proud they were of him and how greatful they were to have watched him grow as a person and discover himself and wonderful people to surround himself with. Matt's best friends Danielle and Micheal talked about how much Matt meant to them and how much they'll miss his jokes and company. Victor spoke about how he saw how Matt had changed Greyson's life. Greyson however couldn't bring himself to say his feelings aloud, he couldn't possibly have even put it into words. He tried however in a letter he placed with Matt's body before they cremated him. Greyson kept his ashes in an urn in the apartment he used to share with Matt and kept some of it in a necklace so he could always have his love with him. He also placed the surprise he was going to give Matt before the crash in the urn as well. He didn't know what else to do with it, looking at it made him more sad and getting rid of it was out of the question.

He was in a depressive state for months until Victor told him he needed to see a therapist, reluctantly he did and started to feel better but about 2 years passed and he still missed Matt. Nobody could ever replace him and a part of him always felt missing. He was feeling especially lonely and asked Victor to come over and hang out.