I'm NOT a faggot (UNDER EDITING)

- Chapter 45 -

Pov Nathan
Jace was quiet. Not a word had been said since he entered the car, except for directions, and there were good reasons to. We were on our way to Jackson's grave... Today was exactly one year after he died. Time really does fly by, doesn't it? It was already months ago I met Jason in the park. Months since I found out his background, since his 'father' beat him up, since Emily, the gang attack... He had asked me to prom on the bench in the park where we had met and to his biggest surprise he was crowned prom king. The summer was great, we spent a lot of time together. I don't think I need to go into detail to make you understand that it was very romantic and very pleasurable. Now I was enrolled in college, studying economic sciences. Jace always kept saying economics aren't sciences and they just try to act fancy. I don't say he's wrong, but I do prefer a fancy title if I'm being honest. He wasn't enrolled in any college. Why should he? He had the money to live carefree for the rest of his life and even three generations after that. But he wanted to start his own company when I finished school. He wanted us to have a business together, contribute to the community. Not only be spoiled rich brats that buy useless big pricy stuff to show off.
"Here left" Jace muttered, still staring outside the window.
"So, uhm, I have this assignment" I started, trying to get the conversation going.
"It's for accounting..."
"And you suck with numbers" he ended.
"Yeah... So, wanna help me do it?" I asked.
"Sure..." he sighed and looked at me, forcing a small smile.
"Thanks for coming with me Nathan"
"Not a problem" I grinned and parked my car.
"We're here"
He sighed and stared at the flowers on his lap. I saw tears welling up in his eyes and placed my hand on his leg.
"It's gonna be okay" I whispered but he didn't react. I bit my lip and got out the car, opening his door from the outside.
"Come on" I smiled and pulled him out. He whined, not wanting to enter the graveyard. But he had to, and deep inside he wanted to, he just didn't know that yet.
"I drove us all the way here, so get up" I sighed as I finally managed to get him out of the car and slammed the door shut. He held onto the flowers tight and tears fell down on the soil.
"C-can we go home? P-please?"
"Jason, you wanted to see him, remember?" I said and hugged him.
"H-he's your brother, this means a lot to him as well"
He looked up at me and kissed me, trying to look for the comfort of my lips. After a few seconds he pulled away and nodded.
"Y-you're right... I need to do this..." he whispered and took my hand. Together we walked in the graveyard, between the grey and white stones of fallen loved ones, looking for our own. Jackson Anderson... We stood in front of the simple white stone, crying. His name was written in a soft gold in a beautiful stile. Jackson Anderson, a beloved son and brother. I swallowed and tried to fight my tears, staying strong for Jace as he collapsed at the sight. I held him up while he was crying, supported him mentally and physically. He slowly placed the flowers on the grave and sat down in front of it. I lowered myself to the ground and took a seat next to him.
"I-I miss you, you stupid dork..." he whispered through his tears, trying to force a laugh. He picked his small brown notebook from the inside of his jacket. I didn't know he brought that with him...
"I wrote letters to you, even though my wording sucks" he continued.
"You were always better at describing things... Better at everything, a better person in general... But I do hope you read them. I hope they make you smile, knowing what I've conquered and the battles I won after you left... I hope that you can be proud of me, for moving on, for growing stronger. I'll never ever forget you and I'll always love you, my dearest brother... I hope that one day, in the far future, you'll be able to forgive me for my mistakes... I hope that we can meet again, at the gates of heaven, before I descend to hell for all the lives I've taken... I hope to see your face just once last time, it's my only wish... My wish to see your smile, the twinkle in your eyes... I hope God cares for you as much as I cared for you down here... Until we meet again... Goodbye"
He placed the notebook under the flowers, tears stinging in both our eyes.
"T-that was beautiful Jace..." I whispered and took his hand.
"But you won't go to hell, you'll join your brother in heaven, I promise"
"You can't promise that" he said with a slight chuckle.
"I'm hell bound... There's no one who can change my fate... But I'll happily accept it so that my loved ones may stay safe behind the gates in the clouds"
"And you say your wording sucks" I smiled and kissed him.
"Lets go home"
It was that moment I realised the truth. Jace and I were meant to be together one way or another and nobody could ever tear us apart. I'm not a faggot, I never was. No. I'm the luckiest guy in the world...

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-main gay ship
-drama
-bit of action/violence along the way
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Kelly x