Wattpad Block Party - Summer Edition III (August 2017)

DarknessAndLight Presents The Death of Blake

Hello everyone! I hope you're as excited as I am about this up-coming month of Wattpad goodness.

Before I say anything more, let's say a HUGE thanks to Kelly Anne Blount for being her awesome self and hosting another Wattpad Block Party. It's a lot of work, so let's all be very grateful.

For those who don't know me, my name is Karianne, though I usually just go by Kay. You'll know me as DarknessAndLight and on August 30th, it'll be my 8th year anniversary on Wattpad. Yay me!

For my post, I've decided to go and dig deep into the vault of things I had prepared when I was writing my most popular story. As many of you know, I like to kill my main characters and I SOLD MYSELF... was supposed to end a lot more tragically. For the first time I'll share what I had written for the epilogue if Blake had died. It's a little short, and ultimately it didn't feel right.

MY EPILOGUE

No. A one word answer to a two word statement. But why two words only? Why using he's? Why not three? Why the contraction? And why not his name? Was he not worth three words and his name? They had said he's dead. Why was it not a lie?

The church was full that day.

The sun was shining, the wind was cold, people were crying, holding each other.

There wasn't anything that made this funeral feel any different than any others. Someone was dead and it was tragic.

The cast was brought into the church, the family walking behind it.

There was a girl walking behind the crying parents. A brunette girl, holding her hands around her torso as if she didn't everything inside of her would come undone.

Her face was completely expressionless, and for some reason, it was even sadder than everyone else crying around.

A browned-haired boy followed too. Tears were failing from his eyes but he tried to remain calm. What else could he do?

The ceremony started.

The brunette girl couldn't even look at the cast.

If she did she would scream if she did she would become hysterical...

If she did she would die...

The priest began his mass.

He talked of love and loss, he talked of somewhere better for the dead boy, but what else could have been better?

The browned-haired boy talked, when it was time. "I can't believe I'm speaking here today. The last thing I ever expected was having to bury another brother. Blake was my brother, in all the ways that mattered. For a while he didn't fit in. He took too much on his shoulders. He thought his brother was gone because of him, he thought no one could ever truly care for him. He thought no one should care for him. For so long he stopped being himself, he played the role he thought he was supposed to. And then he met a girl and all was right again. I can't believe he died when he was finally happy. It's not fair. I know I should be telling a funny story about Blake. I should be funny. I should make things lighter for everyone but I don't want to. I don't want to share my memories, even if it means being selfish, even if our memories of him is all that will be left of him. I don't want to take this lightly. This isn't a joke. This isn't funny. It's my little brother's life and it's over, it's over and I don't even know if he knew how much he mattered, how much he still matters. So, I won't tell a joke. I will only say this. I had the luck of meeting a boy named Blake Eaton when I was just a little kid. I had the privilege of growing up with him, of knowing him. And I'll have the honor of remembering him, for the rest of my life."