I'll Always Remember. (Scomiche)

I'll Always Remember.

Scott's POV

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I stare at the clock again.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

11:44. Why aren't they done yet?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

11:45. He should be out by now.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

This is all my fault.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Why didn't I follow him?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It should've been me. Why him?

Tick. Tick. Tick.

11:46. 11:47. 11:48. 11:49.............

"Mr. Hoying?"

I look up, my heart dropping when I see the doctor's grim face.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Hoying. There wasn't much we could do."

~~~Time Lapse: 1 Week Later~~~

I trudge up the muddy hill in my black attire, kicking out of place rocks until finally, I make it to the top. Then I see it, decorated with all his favorite things, and a hole already dug in the ground.

"Scott?"

I turn around to find Kirstie with tears in her eyes. I immediately engulf her in a hug. She relaxes in my arms and starts to cry. Stay strong. But I can't, so I break down with her.

And that's how the rest of the band found us, broken and a teary mess. But they were, too. I guess there can't be a Pentatonix if there's only four members........ Stop, Hoying. He wouldn't have wanted you to think that. I laugh bitterly to myself. Well, he isn't here anymore, is he? And guess who's fault that is? Yours. Taking a shaky breath in, I excuse myself from the group and walk towards the heavily decorated case.

"A coffin fit for a queen, eh?"

I look to my right and see Avi standing next to me with a sad smile.

"Yeah, only the best for the queen," I whisper.

"Hey." Avi takes my shoulders and turns me so I'm facing him. "He didn't want this for you; he wouldn't want you moping around. Remember all the good memories of you two? Savor them. Always remember that he's still with you, Scott. "

Tears run freely down my face as I give Avi the biggest hug I've ever given him.

"Thank you, Avi. I really needed to hear that."

"Don't try to keep it all in, Scott. I know you think this is your fault, but it isn't. That driver shouldn't have been going that fast and was on the wrong side of the road. Don't blame it on yourself. And don't be afraid to talk to someone."

I pull away to wipe my eyes. Avi gives me one last hug and walks away.

With the soft sound of Kevin playing his cello in the background, I kneel in front of the open coffin just before it gets closed and lowered into the ground.

"Always, my dear Mitch. I'll always remember."

And with one last kiss to his forehead, I say a final goodbye to a fellow band member and Beyonce enthusiast, but most importantly a friend. The bestest damn friend I could ever have.