Where do people go when they die?
Do they go to heaven perhaps? Or maybe hell? Do they cease to exist just like that? Or do their souls wander throughout the world, crying voicessly in anguish as the living continue to live?
I suppose those questions will remain unanswered for a very long time. I'll probably find the answers later on when I reach the end of my life.
Why are we even alive?
What is the purpose of living?
What am I doing here?
"Lance... Are you alright?" my cousin, Claudia, curiously questioned as she peered from the kitchen. One can easily pick out the hint of anxiousness in her voice, but today, I'm not in the mood to look at her, let alone assure her that everything's all sunshine with me.
No, today, nothing's alright.
Today's Kevin funeral.
"I think we should at least drop by..." Claudia said, "They have no right to stop us from attending..."
"They have every right to stop us..." I replied, though my voice sounded too weak even to my own ears.
"I'm his friend!" she insisted, "And you're..." her voice trailed off, probably because she finally understood that I'm not really going to listen to her. "You're his boyfriend... They can't keep you away..." she fell silent, and a few moments later, I could hear her shuffling back into the kitchen, a soft sob escaped her lips as she walked away.
Steven then trotted into the living room, its tongue lolling out as it searched around for food or something fun to mess with. The young corgi left into the garden when it found nothing, and basked under the sun, unaware of the world around it.
I couldn't care any less for any them though.
After all, today's Kevin funeral.
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A Second Time
RomanceThe last thing Lance needs after the death of his boyfriend is a homophobic twat who can't keep his opinions to himself, and that person would be Steven. However, can Steven keeps on lying to himself even though he knows for sure that he's slowly f...
