When Craig was informed of Tweek's death, he just went numb. He stared at his dad, mind racing so fast it felt empty. Thomas said something and ushered Craig to his room. He closed the door softly.
Craig just stood there, a heavy hole in his chest growing. His phone rang, but he didn't register it.
Tweek couldn't die. He was too important. He was so strong.
Craig's eyes welled with tears and his throat closed. His stomach clenched with nausea and the room spun slightly.
A few, hot tears slipped from Craig's eyes. His hands shook (just like Tweek's), so he balled them into fists.
Slowly, he dragged his sand-packed feet to the bed. He fell onto it, uncomfortably, but unable to adjust.
Why Tweek? Why did it have to be one of the only people Craig cared about? Why did it have to be one of the only people who cared about Craig?!
His throat tightened more.
Tweek didn't deserve any of it. He didn't deserve drug-abusive parents, or to unknowingly overdose. He didn't deserve to be in a hospital or die there.
Craig curled in on himself, letting himself cry. But his throat wouldn't loosen enough to let the tears go. He gritted his teeth, unreasonable anger bubbling up.
No. Tweek couldn't have died. That wasn't possible. They were teens, for Christ's sake. They were supposed to be drinking, getting high, fucking, partying, and ditching class. Instead, the last image of Tweek was imprinted in Craig's brain.
The teen sat in the hospital bed, tubes breaking the appearance of humanity he had. Tweek was trying to smile, albeit sadly. He knew. Tweek knew he was going to die then.
And there was nothing Craig could do.
Craig missed school Wednesday and Thursday. He stayed in bed, barely moving, barely sleeping, and barely eating. He felt sick. Soon, his mom convinced him to eat, drink water, and try the first half of Friday.
So there he was. Craig was walking through the hallways, looking like a reanimated corpse. Token and Clyde tried to talk to him, but Craig's brain was too cloudy to listen.
Craig could have gone the whole day without seeing it. His day was fine beforehand. Muffled classes melted into underwater-sounding lunchtime which turned into more blurry classes.
But, Craig just had to take his usual walk to the front doors.
There was a table set up in a nook between two walls of lockers. Candles of all different sizes were sprinkled around a book and a framed picture of Tweek.
Craig glared to fight back tears.
He walked over to the book, seeing it was flipped a few pages in. At the top was Tweek's name. A few notes were written and a pen laid beside it.
Twitchy fag
Finally
Took your goddamn time
I'll miss you ♡
Craig scowled at the hateful comments. He grabbed the pen and scribbled out the comments until there was a sheet of ink on them.
He dropped the pen and looked back up at the picture of his boyfriend. It was a school photo. Tweek wore a messily-buttoned, collared shirt and his hair was somewhat-tamed. He was smiling softly, eyes peaceful.
Craig turned away, walking faster. He needed to get home.
Once in the safety of his own room, Craig dropped his bag and started to cry. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, grinding his teeth together. His breaths were shaky and uneven.
His mind was racing, his heart pounded, and his face burned.
Why did they let Tweek die?! The doctors should have been paying attention! They should have realised that Tweek was gone earlier! Someone should have been watching so that he didn't escape!
Craig dropped his hands and glared at his bed.
His stomach churned and his muscles tensed.
How dare they let Tweek die.
Late one Saturday night (or early Sunday morning), Craig was up. He was staring at the stars, a blanket wrapped around him. There was a box or two of Tweek's stuff that Thomas and Laura think "Tweek would want him to have."
How would they know? Tweek was dead.
Craig sighed, readjusting the blanket.
You know, a worm of a voice said. If you said something sooner, Tweek would be alive.
Craig felt a pang of guilt.
If you noticed that he wasn't doing alright, he would be here with you.
The stars seemed quite boring, now.
Coffee shouldn't have that effect on someone. You should have noticed something was wrong.
You've known him for years, you should have been someone he could have trusted.
After a rocky few nights where Craig either slept too much or not enough, he finally felt nothing. There was no heavy pain in his chest. There weren't any self-critical thoughts. There was no anger.
Just nothing.
Craig stared out the window of the car, dressed in a suit. The rain raced down the window (Craig was even too sad to make little competitions between the drops).
Laura wore a black dress, Trica to match. Thomas wore a black suit.
They were driving to Tweek's funeral.
The word "funeral" never had much meaning to Craig. Sure, he gave his guinea pigs funerals when they died. Once, he went to Clyde's mom's funeral. But, no one so close to Craig died.
Until a week ago.
After all was said and done, Craig stood at the foot of Tweek's grave. His parents and sister went home.
Craig stared at the tombstone, the weight coming back to his chest. His eyes welled up so much so he couldn't read the engravings.
But he was there long enough to memorise it.
Tweek Tweak
June 8, 19XX - May 17, 20XX
Beloved son and boyfriend
Rain pattered on Craig's shoulders and head. It made his clothes and chullo heavy and wet. There was barely any sound except the water hitting stone and earth. The smell was dusty.
When Craig finally moved his head to the stone next to Tweek's, he didn't have enough energy to be surprised.
Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick
19XX - 19XX
19XX - 19XX
19XX - 19XX
19XX - 20XX
19XX - 20XX
19XX - 20XX
19XX - 20XX
Beloved son, brother, boyfriend
Craig just turned back to Tweek.
"Goodbye, honey."
Craig visited Tweek everyday. He wrote him notes on paper which he tucked just under the surface of dirt. He didn't think Tweek could hear him, but he thought he would try writing to him. He also brought a few flowers to him.
Sometimes, Token or Clyde would join. They'd be quiet and let Craig mourn. Afterwards, they would go to Token's or Clyde's and watch a movie.
Craig finally accepted that Tweek was gone.
The Stars would take care of him, Craig was sure of it.
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One More Star To Join The Rest | Craig x Tweek
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