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All the Pogues gathered at the Chateau, for one last goodbye to John B and Sarah.

Pope took our axe, chopping all of the bark off the side of the tree. He made it look like a heart, but it didn't seem all that lovey-dovey to me. It seemed perfect. One last wapah for my brother. A memorial in his honor.

I collected all the bark and put it in a circle for the burial of my brother's things. JJ had taken a torch and burned the end of a metal pool, so he could indent words and such onto the bare wood.

I watched as he stuck the metal onto the wood, revealing the words that he had printed onto it.

I bit my lip, trying not to break down. I was all alone this time. No father, no brother. But I did have a boyfriend, but he was mourning too.

I looked at the indented tree.

2003         2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

JJ wrapped his arm around me, and raised a flask in his right hand. "To John B."

"And to Sarah," I weakly added, as I held my brother's stuff in both of my hands.

Me and Kie took a step forward, placing the box of belongings into the hole.

~|~

( DYLAN V.O THIS TIME GUYS :) )

Here's a fun fact, people. Ready?

Everyone you know... will die. And by everyone... I mean EVERYONE. The drug dealer that lives up the road, your shitty bus driver that smells like cigars, your teachers. Your mother,

(cut to Kie sitting on the hammock in the other side of Pope)

brother,

(cut to a flashback of John B)

boyfriend,

(cut to JJ sitting on top of a tree stump, keeping a protective eye on Dylan, ready to comfort her the minute she breaks down, though she hasn't yet)

sister

(cut to Dylan, who was sitting against the tree, writing in her journal, every now-and-then looking at the ocean, as if it's her muse)

father.

(cut to Pope on the other side of Kie)

All of your friends and family. Gone. *Snap* Like that.

(Dylan and JJ sitting in her bedroom, leaning against the wall. He kissing her passionately, and then it cuts to a flashback. Dylan and Tom kissing when they were 15.)

All your enemies too.

(Scene cuts back to JJ and Dylan, stopping the kiss and holding their forehead's against one another.)

Literally, everyone. But, of course, there's another way of looking at it. Since it's all short and over so quick... it makes perfect sense. Time is luck.

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