Chase Atlantic One Shots

I Expected You to Fight for Us Pt. 2

Words: 1446

Written: August 5, 2022

Summary: Part two to a previous story requested by YourLocalPanKid

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"The sound of the organ slowly vibrates out of the speakers in the corners of the large open room. People shuffle in and out of the walkways, each dressed in black.

Red and white roses are sprawled out around the front of the room. The flowers sit on the floor, hang on the wall, and rest on the dark wood coffin.

Clinton stands in the back of the room next to Jesse and Pat. The three men stand in a line with solemn faces. None of them shed a year yet, but Jesse is always on the verge of crying.

'I just can't believe it.' Jesse looks down at his freshly shined shoes.

In the middle of the two other boys, Clinton firmly places his hand on Jesse's shoulder and squeezes.

The boys watch as people go up and view the body up front. People sniffle and wipe their tears as they walk away. Younger cousins stand on their toes to take a peak at the body in front of them, some are still too short to see, but none recognize the person in the casket.

Christian steps through the small entryway. His fleshly shined shoes glow under the dim warm lighting. The tall boy adjusts his red tie, tightening it around his tiny neck. His soft hands run down his torso, smoothing out the few wrinkles in his dark grey suit.

The tall boy looks around the half-empty room. People slowly make their way from group to group, exchanging light small talk to help lighten the mood. Christian's face drops when he sees the front of the room. The wooden coffin surrounded by flowers calls for him.

The blonde walks towards the coffin. Slowly passing Clinton, Jesse, and Pat without a word. Christian glides his hands on the chairs sprawled out in the room as he passes them. He soon finds himself at the front of the room. His heart stops beating as he sees the coffin in front of him. Inches away lays the love of his life.

Jesse walks up behind Christian and places his hand on the midsection of Christian's back.

"We'll do this together." Jesse moves his hand onto Christian's shoulder and pulls the boy in close.

The two walk up to the coffin. Christian looks down at the body in front of him and instantly his vision goes blurry. The room starts spinning around him. His soul leaks out through his eyes.

He lifts his sleeve up to his face and gently wipes the water off his cheek. Christian's hands tighten against themselves and his nails start to dig into his palm. A small gasp of air escapes his mouth as his eyes continue to swell.

"It's going to be okay." Jesse lightly pats Christian.

Christian sniffles before replying. "How could- how could I let th-this happen?"

Jesse looks at the boy next to him. The blonde's eyes shine a bright shade of red as tears continue to fall down his face."

"And that's how I imagined my funeral would go" Mitchel stares at the floor in the office of his therapist's office.

The small dim room engulfs the tall boy and the doctor. A pink salt lamp stands on a short table in the corner by the door. The dull grey carpet stares back at Mitchel as he talks to it.

"I know it sounds stupid, but seeing their pain with me being gone helped me hold on. That's what got me out of the hospital."

"Well, that's good." The male doctor scribbles notes in his notepad.