Tree Bros: The Funeral

Tree Bros: Connor's Funeral

YaY MY FiRST FaN FiC BE pRoUd

~~~~~~~~P.O.V. : Evan ~~~~~~~~~

You've probably heard the question "if all your friends were jumping off a bridge would you do it too?" before. The answer is most likely no, but if the people jumping were Connor Murphy, you'd probably think otherwise. I fidgeted in the seat of Zoe's car and adjusted my tie. Jared looked back. "You okay, kid?" he asked. "Yeah," I sighed. "Never been better."

We pulled up in front of the church and got inside, taking a seat behind a couple of other kids who Connor didn't even know. I couldn't bare to look at the coffin placed at the front of the church. Connor's mom stepped up to the podium. It was dead quiet. She cleared her throat. "It's funny how quickly you can lose someone," she said softly. "How one moment, they are your sun, your moon, your sky. How every little thing reminds you of them. And then something changes, and your world comes crumbling down." She paused, searching for the right words. "I've always doubted if Connor had actually loved me. It seemed like I was never there for him. It's really a puzzle, a maze, and I've tried to steer through it a million ways, but each day's another wrong turn." She sniffled, as if holding back tears. "That is all." Next, Jared stepped up. "Connor," he chuckled. "He was never quite right in the head. He's always had a bit of a temper. I remember one time in the second grade, our teacher asked him to toss her the keys, and he threw her the printer, thinking that was what she had asked for. Connor was quite a character. It's a shame his life ended so quickly."

Finally, it was my turn. I took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium. "Connor didn't deserve his fate," I said slowly. "Connor,  who lived in misery because no one had the heart to tell him that he wasn't alone. Connor, who didn't have a family to love him. Connor, who let go." The words were coming to me now. "Sometimes I wonder when I will let go. Then I wonder if I already have. I think of all the people in the world. All the sad and broken and happy people in the world. Maybe, just maybe, they will not let go. The thing is when I looked up Connor was there. That was the gift he gave me. To show that I wasn't alone. To show that I mattered, that everyone does. That's the gift he gave to all of us. I just wish I could've given that to him." I closed my eyes and I see the once familiar black eyes. I dried up my eyes and looked up to the ceiling. I fell to my knees sobbing.