GRIEVING. // falsettos

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YOOOO so this book is back in the works, apologize for the shit writing but ill get better

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Jason.
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The echoes of Whizzers stomps cause Mom and Mendel to look at each other. Mendel jumps as he hears the door slam. The apartment is silent, only the hum of the air conditioner could behest throughout the apartment. Charlotte and Cordelia look at each other suddenly, as if out of nowhere, exchanging their worries in utter silence. I want to disappear as tears forge their way down my face, curling up into isolation. An odd sense of awkwardness hung in the room, the five of us had broken apart in the event of my Dad's death. Dad was the one who brought us together, he wove our paths together in a tight little bow, now the threads were torn apart.

"Honey, are you okay?" Mom spoke, her timid voice breaking the wall of silence.

Mom's hand brushes up against my shoulder and I shy away, my expression twisting up in protest. I can hear her sigh, and out of the corner of my eye Mendel pulls her close. I can see tears prick at the corners of her eyes. I probably made her feel bad.

Leaping up the chair, I hold in the crushing feeling in my gut.

I can hear the two on the couch shift, and I glance over them. Mendel's hands are on her back, brushing circles into her stark black dress. "Where are you going?" Mom asks, her voice muffled by Mendel's thick sweater.

"I'm going to talk to Whizzer, since you all are too pussy." I spit, scoffing as I walked to My Dad's- Whizzer's room.

I brought myself to knock on the door, and called to Whizzer so he knew it was me. When the door opened, a saw a broken image of a once confident man. A man who once would joke and laugh along side him, someone who he looked up to. Grief had taken away two of the people he loved most, and left him to pick up the pieces.

Whizzer quickly wiped away tears streaming down his face and let Jason inside. Everything they had set up for Whizzer had been taken down, the pictures were stacked up in the dresser, wrapped up in a bow.

Whizzer looked so sad.

I watched as Whizzer placed himself down in the bed, his frame weak from this awful day. I take a set next to him, pulling him into a tight hug. Whizzer hesitates for a moment or two, but accepts it by roping his lanky arms around my back.

"We're here for you." I choke out, a lump of fear balling up in my throat.

"I was awful to them- Wasn't I." Whizzer begins.

"Yeah, So was I."

A silence falls over the two of us, Whizzer pulling away. His edges of his eyes were red and swollen, and bags wore heavy under his eyes. He was hunched over, his hair thrown about his head. I felt like I barely knew him anymore.

"I just miss him, it hurts so much without him here." Whizzer huffed, his voice unstable and shaky.

I don't know what to say, and Whizzer won't even look at me. Its almost like we've grown apart since Dad died.

A loud knock on the door sends me on to my feet, only to hear Mendel clear his throat.

"Jason, We're going to head out, get ready." Mendel coughs out, his voice followed by a series of footsteps.

With a sigh, I pull Whizzer into one last hug, a soft wheeze filling my ear as he begs for release. When I break the embrace, Whizzer is smiling ever so slightly all the while exhaling and inhaling deeply.

"Take care of yourself." I say with one last wave and my hand on the door handle.

Goodbye Whizzer, please be happy.