What'd You Think?

Epilogue

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good 

If we never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets  

Everyone sits at Jonathan Fong's funeral. 

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here  

All of his friends from online, and the fire company, his husband, and his two amazing daughters. His sister sits up front with Sam and Daddy Dennis beside her. Beside him are Derek and LeAnn Fong, beside them are their son, Evan Fong and beside him in two car seats, little Eleonora and Juliette Fong. 

Up in front of them is their loved one. In a pastel blue casket. And a beautiful bouquet of flowers, each one of them a different shade of blue. 

No one would walk up and speak about him. Everyone was too busy sobbing. Evan finally stands up at the microphone. 

"He was so fucking beautiful." Evan looks in the casket at his husband in his shinning black tux. Evan realizes the ring on his finger. 

"He was a really good entertainer too, maybe not so good at English." The room fills with small laughs, most from the usual crew of online boys. 

"He was an amazing lover, and an amazing father, for carrying those too little munchkins up front here, and giving birth to them." 

"What'd I think when I first saw him? Well, first I had to hide the blush going across my face, because he was the best looking person ever. His blue eyes... everything. I miss staring into them while he'd talk with passion. I loved his dark brown hair, and his piercings and his tattoo. I fucking loved the man to death." Evan sobs. 

From the back of the room a cold breeze comes through, that cold breeze is the ghost of Jonathan. He's in his usual blue hoodie and jeans. He listens to Evan's speech. Suddenly he's beside his love. Wanting to kiss him so bad. Would Evan notice it? Jon pecked him long and hard on the lips, while he was sobbing. Evan stopped and looked up. He made eye contact with Jonathan, but he didn't know that. All Evan could feel was his lips getting really cold. That warmed Evan's heart up. Evan knew it. Evan knew what it was. 

Through the years Evan would hear the girls giggling and playing around. He knew that it was Jonathan blowing the wind through their hair. When Evan was cold at night he knew that it was Jon there lying beside him. It was his Del. 

What would anyone think if he believed his husband was a ghost?

Honestly, Evan didn't give a shit. What he thought was he still has his husband, and his girls still have their father. 

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