~A mistake~ boyxboy story

Ch 20

—-picture of Jian with short hair (this photo is on the cover also)——-

Third person p.o.v

"Why did you cut your hair darling?.." Lin gently brushed her fingers on Jians tear drenched face.

"I just wanted to..." He looks away, tears rolling on his cheeks as he remembers Hyungs soft hands on his hair.

He couldn't take the pain, from the memories that he got- always seeing and feeling Hyungs hands on his hair, as they were stroking him lovingly.

"They'll start after couple minutes, we should go..." Harold opened the doors of the car, helping Lin out.

Jian saw as a black car approached them, people taking out the dark brown coffin- out of the back of the car.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw- the coffin slowly beginning to go lower under the ground.

Another pair of tear drops started to run on Jians cheeks, his mom walked besides him hugging him softly.

"I'm so sorry Jian..." Jian leaned his head on his mothers shoulder, not stopping the tears drop from his eyes.

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Everyone started to drop white roses, on the top of the coffin. Jian was the last one, who dropped the last rose- as the workers started to drop dirt on top of it.

People started to part away, saying sorries to his parents- brushing their hands on Jians shoulder.

There was only him and Hyungs dad- that were left there standing.

"I know... that you were really important for him..." he approached Jian, sunglasses on his eyes as he didn't want to show his teary eyes.

"I'm really sorry..." is all Jian said before he broke into another wave of tears.

"You should go... it's bad for you to stand here like this- you have a long life in front of you Jian. Don't let this to brake you." He petted his shoulder, and started walking away.

But Jian still stood there, looking at nothing. Thoughts only around Hyung. A water droplets started to drop on his face- It wasn't his tears, but rain.

It started to rain really hardly, but that didn't scare Jian away. He only stood there feeling nothing.

He didn't even feel if he was crying or not. When the rain harshly hit his face. Drenching his freshly cut hair, his black suit started to drip, from the wetness of the rain.

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(Tv news)

*After the horrible earthquake, rescuers found 500 people dead, and 50 still laying in the hospitals.
Police officers are still looking for the suspect, which left two persons locked up to die in the basement, while the earthquake was still happening.
If anyone have any suspects, please call the emergency number-* Jian turned off the tv, as he sat on the sofa lifeless.

"Jian honey- you n-need to eat something-"

"I'm not hungry mom..." Jian stood up, walking past his mother. Running straight to his room.

He looked at his bed, as the same white sheets where laying there- from the night that they were together.

He carefully lay on the bed, brushing his nose on the pillow.

"It still smells like him..." he couldn't keep the tears in, as he broke down again. Screaming his heart out, as the scent of the Hyung hit his nose again.

"W-why did it had to be you Hyung! I should have been the one- laying in that coffin..!" Jians parents ran into his room, grabbing Jian in their grip- as they tried to calm Jian down.

"Jian shhh... calm down honey..."

"It should've been me..! It should've been m-me! It should've been me-!" Jians head hung low, as Harold took out the needle out of his vein.

"I'm sorry Lin, but I couldn't handle seeing him like this. I had to do it." He throws away the needle- leaving Lin and sleeping Jian in her hands.

Sorry for short chap!

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