He was angelic; he had the most heavenly voice and breathtaking laugh. I was convinced every time he cut himself, an angel got their wings. After all, he was my funeral boy.
(SLOW UPDATES)
DISCLAIMER: this story is completely fiction. all the characters and events were created by me, and are in no way true. the shawn mendes in this book is portrayed by the real shawn mendes; however, they are in no way related, or affiliated with each other whatsoever.
INSPIRATION: inspiration came from 'my funeral boy' by nicole dollanganger.
WARNING: this book will contain things that could be triggering (profanity, underage drinking, violence, mentions of suicide and self harm, etc), so please read with caution.
COVER: made by myself.
© weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]
YOU ARE READING
funeral boy
FanfictionHe was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he...
