Gerards pov.
We are at mikeys funeral. They are lowering the casket right now. Oh, how i wish my best friends were here. I miss them all. I miss frank. I miss ray. And fuck did i moss my brother. I miss us all hanging out in our basement playing music. Reading comics. Playing war games on our pc. I miss my brothers.
Kieran wraps one arm around me and holds her belly with the other, as we stand crying.
What can we say. He may have tortured us, but he was my brother and the father of her child. Of course we loved him.
When the casket is lowered and burried, i i walk to his tombstone. Everyone is starting to leave, not that many people were here. I kneil on his coffin and glue our favorite comic onto the cold stone. I lay down flowers and pour coffee on his grave, a promise we made. We promised hoever doed first, the other would pour coffee on our grave so we can have one last cup before we move on. I smile at our old times j ntil i feel tears running down our cheeks. I trace the outline of the words i asked to have engraved.
"We'll meet again when both our cars collide. So long and good night."
"Youre family is in good hands, baby brother."i whisper. "Go be withmom and dad. Tell grandma elena i miss her. Tell mom and dad i love them. And please. Dont feel bad. Just. Go on. I love you, mikes. So long and goodnight."
