"Laf, why are you crying?"
He shrugged, smiled, and curled up under my arm. "I don't know. I just... I'm not sure. I'm not ready to go yet."
"Do you think it'll be soon?"
"I do."
It hurt to hear just two words. Those were supposed to be for a wedding, something happy, but it wasn't. It was just sealing a fate in a different, more horrible way.
I hugged him tighter and ran one hand through his hair. It was still a little damp from the shower he'd taken an hour ago.
"Well... what do you want? When... when it happens, I mean."
"I want snapdragons. Every single color you can find. And no roses."
"Why not roses?"
"They remind me of my family. All they had at their funerals were roses."
I nodded and stared up at the ceiling.
"Makes sense. Anything else?"
"Make sure I'm somewhere other than a cemetery. And in the sun, too. And please come visit sometimes."
"I will. I promise." I swallowed and fought back the tears. It wasn't fair. It was just too real.
No matter how much I prayed and hoped and begged in those five weeks following, it didn't keep him in my arms.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
