The funeral is a small, quiet ceremony.
The mother is crying softly, the father is purposefully silent, and the siblings are warily grieving the brother they never really knew.
The doctor is there too, rubbing the tan line on his left ring finger and breathing in, breathing out.
The priest conducting the ceremony asks if anyone would like to say a few words.
A boy with bright blue hair and mocha eyes (and C major lips and blue-sky hands and tiger-growl teeth) stands up.
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the end.
I hope you enjoyed. I just need to make it clear once again that this story is NOT mine, and that ALL CREDITS go to the original author. I just don't want to get in trouble. Thanks again.
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