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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forest fic - joshler [repost from original author]
Short Story[ if you are very easily triggered by anything in the tags, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious. inspired by Forest by twenty one pilots. ] definition of the forest fic from urban dictionary : A Twenty...
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