Suicide ↠ Kellic

Epilogue

4 years later

Vic's feet trekked across the frosty grass on the cold December morning. His feet crunch beneath him.

"It's been so long," he mumbled to the two boys behind him, the three of them wandering to the familiar area.

Kellin Quinn
Age 17
April 24th 1998- December 8th 2015

"I miss him so much," mumbled Jaime, shaking his head. His cheeks were tinted pink due to the low temperatures of the winter morning.

"So do I," Tony spoke, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh Kellin," Vic's voice was hoarse due to the crying he had had done not so long ago.

Already there were fresh flowers in front of the tombstone, presumably from his mother.

"Can I have a moment please?" Vic asked the boy behind him.

"Of course," Jaime and Tony both walked off, not to far away, but just around the cemetery.

"Kellin," Vic mumbled as tears graced his eyes, "I miss you so much, it's been such a struggle these past few years, there's been times where I felt I had to give up, but then I knew that you were there somewhere begging me to keep trying. And I want to thank you for the few months I knew you because honestly those were the best few months of my life. I love you so much.

"And I know that God doesn't exist and all of the palaver surrounding it but I like to think you hear me sometimes."

There were tears rolling down his tanned cheeks. Cheeks that were usually blushed were now sickly colour. He'd been dreading the day for weeks now, it's the same every year.

"And the time I had with you-" Vic voice was hoarse now due to the mass amounts of crying, "the time I had with you was the best time of my life. I feel utterly blessed that I got to run into you on that day. And I know that if you were still here today, you'd be with me," he sobbed, "we'd have kids, a boy and a girl, and we would've gotten married last year, a beautiful wedding with roses and champagne, flowers and everything you've ever dreamed of. But for some fucking reason, you had to die on me."

Images of the wedding they could've had flashed through Vic's mind.

"I still love you," he whispered, "but I'm ready to move on," the tan boy glanced behind him, watching Jaime laugh at something Tony had said, "and I sure you know who it is. And I love you, still, I'll probably love you until the day I die, but I'm falling for him, just like I fell for you. Except this time there's no Michael to get in the way."

The two boys approached Vic as he cried silent tears to the boy who was buried 6 feet below, sad smiles on their usually happy faces.

Jaime planted a hand on Vic's tense shoulder, "I think it's time we go."

Wiping the last few tears away, Vic agreed, kissing Jaime's cheek and lacing their fingers together.

"I miss him so much," the tan boy cried, pushing his head into his potential boyfriends chest.

"I know, Vic, we all do, but sometimes people have to leave, and although it's hard, you just have to wait it out."

Tony hummed in agreement, whereas Vic just let out a strangled sob.

"It feels like it's never going to end."

>>>

But it did.

Because one and a half years later, a beautiful wedding ceremony was held, there were roses and champagne and flowers and everything Vic ever wanted. Everything he wanted, minus one thing.

But now, 5 and a half years since the accident, Vic looks at the good things. He focuses on the memories instead in the feelings.

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I just found out something really upsetting.

THE END GUYS- THE ACTUAL END THIS TIME!

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