long live | chris sturniolo

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻...𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

july 2024, real life.

"kylie, hey, we have to leave soon," chris cracked the bedroom door open. today was the service for her parents. 

"okay," kylie nodded her head as she sat up.

chris began to walk out,"i'll be downstairs okay?"

"can you stay with me?" her eyes were glassy, and chris immediately nodded, walking and sitting down on her bed.

kylie shook her head as she looked at the black dress she would wear. picking out an outfit for her parents funeral was not on her agenda for this month. her breath was shaky as she put the dress on, observing how she looked in the mirror. she was pale and looked frail, her puffy eyes were somehow dull.

kylie did her best to do her hair, slicking it back, as it had been unwashed for a few days. the slicked back bun made her sunken cheeks appear worse. the minimal makeup she applied made a poor attempt at making her look awake. 

chris frowned seeing his girlfriend suffering, normally the vibrant girl would crack a joke. but instead she looked at him, and nodded. she was unwell. 

kylie was unable to speak on the ride to the funeral home, she held on tightly to chris. he rubbed circles on her hand with his fingers. he felt how cold the girl was, he was worried.

the service was packed with friends and family. everyone offering the two girls their condolences, half hugs and sympathy glances. 

eliza was able to speak to attendees, leading the conversation to allow kylie to follow. kylie held tight to chris, as he did not leave her side at all.

the service was painful, eliza giving the eulogy for both parents. kylie stood up there, watching the tears stream from everyones eyes. 

unfortunately kylie was not a public speaker. she was unable to express the love to felt, and the hole that now gaped in her heart.  however, eliza knew how to have her sister honor their parents.

her first fans, and biggest supporters, kylie had spent the last week writing. the easiest way to show her feelings was always through music. 

"if you guys somehow live under a rock, then you would be unaware of my sister. she has been touring America, playing sold out arenas. our parents were her biggest fans, and the first people to believe in kylie. they were the ones to buy her a guitar, and sign her up for lessons. so the only right way to have kylie say goodbye to maman and papa, is through music."

kylie nodded at her sisters statement, and grabbed the guitar that was left near the stand. she placed the strap around her chest, and started to strum. 

"i wrote a lot since my parents died, this one is called sign of the times. 

i know they would love it.

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really goodIf we never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bulletsJust stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from hereJust stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here
Remember everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from hereWe never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bulletsJust stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Stop your crying
Baby, it'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from hereWe never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bulletsWe don't talk enough
We should open up
Before it's all too much
Will we ever learn?
We've been here before
It's just what we knowStop your crying, baby
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to get away
We got to, we got to, away
We got to, we got to, away
We got to, we got to, away"

 as the guitar strums ended, not a dry eye was left in the room. kylie mouthed a thank you, as eliza engulfed her in a hug.

this was the hardest day of their life.