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Apologies in advance, this one is uhm, it's sad.
The gray sky hung low, a somber backdrop to the gathering that had gathered beneath its overcast expanse. People dressed in dark attire stood in clusters, their faces etched with grief and a sense of loss. The atmosphere was heavy, as if the weight of the world had settled upon their shoulders.Among the mourners, Frank stood, his heart heavy with a sadness he couldn't quite put into words. The news of Gerard's passing had come as a shock, an unexpected chord that had struck a dissonant note in the symphony of their lives.As the service began, memories of Gerard flooded Frank's mind. The times they had laughed, the songs they had composed, the dreams they had shared—it all played like a bittersweet movie reel. The eulogies painted a picture of Gerard as an artist, a friend, a husband, and a brother—a tapestry of roles he had played with equal passion.Frank's fingers clenched the edge of his suit jacket, his gaze fixed on the casket adorned with flowers. He remembered the way Gerard's eyes had sparkled when he spoke about his dreams, the way his fingers danced on the strings of his guitar, and the warmth of his smile that could light up the darkest of days.As the final words were spoken, and the casket was lowered into the ground, Frank felt a lump form in his throat. He stood there, surrounded by the quiet sobs and the whispered words of comfort, his heart aching with an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill.After the service, as people began to disperse, Frank lingered by Gerard's graveside. His hand traced the letters of Gerard's name on the headstone, his touch a silent tribute to the years of friendship and love they had shared."You were my melody, Gerard," Frank murmured, his voice barely audible against the wind. "You brought music to my life in ways I can't even describe."As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, a figure approached. It was Mikey, his eyes red-rimmed from tears. He placed a hand on Frank's shoulder, offering a small, sad smile."He loved you, you know," Mikey said softly. "He loved all of us, but he had a special bond with you."Frank's eyes welled up with tears, his voice choked with emotion. "I know, Mikey. I just wish I had told him more often how much he meant to me."Mikey squeezed Frank's shoulder gently. "He knew, Frank. I'm sure he knew."As the two friends stood there, united in their grief, the clouds above began to part. Rays of sunlight pierced through, casting a warm glow over the cemetery. It was as if the heavens themselves were offering a glimmer of hope—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could still be moments of light and beauty.As Frank gazed up at the sky, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that Gerard's music would live on, not just in the notes he had played, but in the memories they had created together, in the love that had woven their lives together like an unbreakable bond.And so, as he bid his final farewell to Gerard, Frank carried with him a heart full of gratitude for the melodies they had shared and the love that would continue to resonate in his soul.
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Yeah, I cried while writing this. I'm sorry, don't kill me :(
