It's Gonna Be Okay [Stridercest]

Chapter 10 [Final Chapter]

It was the day Dirk dreaded more than anything. It was Dave's funeral. He truly didn't want to go. He'd only be reminded of what was so wrongfully stolen from him.

Dave's, and a few of Dirk's friends insisted he hold a funeral for Dave. Dirk reluctantly agreed.

Dirk lay in bed for a few more moments, before finally dragging himself out of bed, and forcing himself to eat. He didn't feel hungry, but he ate anyways. He needed to keep himself healthy. He knew that's what Dave would've wanted. Dave would've wanted anything beneficial to Dirk.

Next, Dirk hopped into the shower, the funeral was soon, and there was no way in hell he'd be late. The hot water ran down his face, and down his shoulders. The hot water felt nice when all he'd done lately was lie in bed and sulk. A few minutes later, he hopped out, dried off.

Dirk wore a red and black flannel, the color of Dave's eyes, and black skinny jeans. He dreaded what was to come. He didn't want to see him. He didn't want to see what once made him so happy, lying there, lifeless.

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Dirk stood in a corner, away from everyone, away from him. He didn't want anyone to talk to him. He'd honestly rather be alone.

"Hey..," whispered Jake, slowly approaching him. Dirk looked up, and Jake noticed the pure sadness in his eyes. The man he once knew as being happy, good natured, and fun to be around, was now thoroughly broken inside. It took everything in Jake not to run out and beat the shit out of John. He had never hated anyone more than at this moment.

"Hey.." whispered Dirk, looking back down at the ground.

"I'm sorry about what happened.. " uttered Jake. Dirk shook his head, slowly bringing his gaze up to meet his.

"Don't. It's not your fault any of this happened." Dirk hesitated. "It's mine. I didn't look af.." Jake cut him off abruptly.

"Like hell it is!," he shouted. Many people stared I'm their direction, but Jake didn't care.

"Dont you dare, not even for a second, think that any of this, " Jake motioned to their surroundings. "is even close to your fault. No one needs to take the blame. It was no ones fault. You hear me? This wasn't your fault. "

Dirk stared at him, shocked. He shook his head, and hung it slowly. "I guess youre right," Dirk stammered.

"Damn right," whispered Jake. "Look, it's gonna be alright. Really. I know you think I'm just saying that to make you feel better, but honest, it will get better. Believe me." Jake smiled, and walked away as a tear rolled down Dirk's cheek. 

  "You know, " said Dirk softly.  "He's always talked about how he wanted big,  beautiful wings.  He said they would help him escape his problems.  I always just laughed it off,  and let him talk.  It was cute how he rambled." his voice lowered to a whisper,  as if he was saying these things to himself. 

  "Maybe, the wings he longed to have,  was just a metaphor.  That the wings, are actually this, " Dirk expressed.

"Where ever his wings took him, I hope he's happy now. "

Jake stared at him, not knowing what to say. How could he even begin to say anything after that? Jake opened his mouth, but closed it quickly. He knew Dirk needed his support, but he couldn't comfort him. He didn't know how.

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~One Year Later~

Dirk lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. It's been like this for the past few weeks now. The day Dave died was coming up. Dirk knew he was going to visit his grave, he just didn't know how he was going to manage it. He knew he would break as soon as he saw the grave, and that's what hurt him the most. The fact that he had to accept he's gone.

It was around seven o'clock so Dirk decided to pull himself out of bed. Dirk walked towards the bathroom, and turned to the shower. He grabbed the handle, and turned on the water slowly. The water ran warm and he stepped in.

The water ran down his face and onto his shoulders, drenching his whole body. Clouded thoughts drifted into his mind, but he blocked them out. Dirk refused to find an excuse to not go. No matter what.

Dirk got dressed in one of Dave's favorite outfits on him. Black jeans, his red worn out converse and a white and blue long sleeve shirt, a little big on him. He walked over to Dave's closet, and pulled on one of his favorite hoodies. The scent of Dave surrounded him, making him feel safe, but also full of sorrow.

Dirk walked into the kitchen, and grabbed his keys off the table. Dirk opened the door, and locked it, heading out to his car.

He opened the door, and got in, starting it. The car roared to life, and began to move.

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Dirk arrived at the cemetery. It took 30 minutes, but it felt like three hours.

He walked through row after row of gravestones, glancing at them lightly, searching for the one he actually cared to find.

"Dave Strider"

Dirk found the one he was looking for. He took a deep breath, and walk towards it, not looking away from it. He sat down infront of it, tracing his fingers over the lettering over and over again.

"Hey Davey," whispered Dirk. "How are you? It sucks that your not here," Dirk chuckled softly, covering his emotions with humor. "Life's been okay I guess. I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days, but I'm sure it'll be okay. "

Dirk took his fingers away from the gravestone in front of him, reading the words over it.

"I was going to bring flowers, but I thought you'd think that's girly. I hope your happy where ever you are now. "

Tears clouded Dirk's eyes as he continued talking.

"I miss you. I wish you were here now. I would give anything to get you back. Even my life. "

Dirk's voice cracked as he began to sob. He hung his head, and continued.

"Why'd you have to go? You could've talked to me, you know that right? I was always there for you." Choked sobs became more frequent. "I just want you back. Please. Please come back Dave Please..."

Dirk cried, and traced the words on the grave, not saying anything else. He sat there, tears staining his cheeks.

" I'll be there soon Davey, just wait for me. I love you so much"

[A/N] well guys. This is it. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. Thank you guys so much for all the support. I would like to apologize for all the tears I might've caused. Apparently the last chapter caused a lot. Sorry bout that. To make sure this chapter was feelsy enough I had my sister read it, but she isn't really into Homestuck so I had to change the names to people from My Chem. She cried XD. Anyways, thank you guys so much. It means a lot that people actually liked this. I love you guys so much. Dont forget to vote, comment, and share. Thanks.

~KeyAndCravat