The graveyard is somewhere Ranboo wishes he does not need to be in until his last dying breath. But alas, his desire is not granted. Because a particular musician had welcomed death with his shaky-open arms. And said musician happens to play a considerable part in Ranboo's life. And Ranboo hated that. He hates how much he relies on someone other than himself. He hates how his only hope in life is gone in a flash before his eyes. As happy as Ranboo would be to leave this sad excuse of a funeral, his body says otherwise. Ranboo's tall frame stayed still, grounded deep in the earth. In front is the polished metal—a simple 'Wilbur Soot'written in gold. To symbolise his greatness, everyone told him. For, more or less, Ranboo couldn't care less about what those people from the church behind him said. All he cares about is how he will move on. Move on from the comfort space Wilbur provides. Move on from the place he calls home. Because who is he without Wilbur telling him, reminding him who he is.
A droplet of water fell on Ranboo's left cheek. Great, he thought. One droplet turns into two; then it becomes a light sprinkle. Soon, the mist turns into a shower. Eventually, Ranboo decides that he should do something. And so Ranboo took his turn and moved his legs toward the tall building. Something caught his eye through the mist and the green—a flash of black under the tree. As Ranboo looked longer at it, he realised it was a person. Must be someone else, and that, Ranboo continued walking.
As he wanders through the stones with unfamiliar names, the thought finally hits Ranboo. Where will he go? He can't go home now; that place is filled with memories of Wilbur, not to mention the stench of blood that makes his stomach queasy. He reached the church's front doors and creaked one of the large doors open. As he expected, no one was there to say how sorry they were for his loss or how they believed he would move on someday. No one was even in the church. Silence consumes him; only his faint heartbeat fills Ranboo's ears.
He would never admit it out loud, but Ranboo isn't a very emotional person (like how one time, they needed a whole musical shit to make him laugh). He doesn't know what he's supposed to feel most of the time, especially when something unusual happens. And so, the sun had disappeared to the ground, the moon rose, and Ranboo did nothing but sit on one of the benches and stare into space, mind empty. Of course, he knows he could do something better, but he couldn't care less.
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FanfictionRanboo had just lost one of the most important person on his life, aka his boss, Wilbur. But worry not as a big strong man showed up and helped him pick up his broken pieces and gave him a purpose in life again. It's just that no one failed to menti...
