The only funeral I ever attended was Armin's. He was a childhood friend of mine, and he was very smart. I guess one day he wasn't so smart, because he stepped out onto the road, and... was hit.
He looked like he was asleep in his light blue button-up sweater, his silky blonde hair almost touchng his shoulders. But he didn't look right. His smooth skin had been bruised. Dried scabs covered his chin. There was something else, though. His glasses were bent and broken, as if no one bothered to give him a new pair while dressing him up.
I think I'm dead. Really dead, as in no longer in Earth. I feel removed from my body, weightless. I'm in some gray misty forest. The gray is thick like fog, but it's dry and has no texture or substance. I try to push though the trees, but it's as if there is no end. No matter how far I walked, there was more forest. If I am dead, I hope I don't stay here forever. I hate gray. I prefer fluorescent and spontaneous colors that seemed to shout, 'attention', like a bright blue.
"Hello?!" I shout. No answer, just a long, lonely sounding echo. I feel alone and it scares me. I don't want to be here. I want to be with Marco, laughing and talking.
The only thing keeping me from going insane is that my life is playing out in bits and pieces in front of me. All I have to do is remember a moment and there it is. Every detail!
Of course, right now all I can focus on are the negative moments. Some things don't change with death. I'm starting with the last time I spoke with Marco, our fight.
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"That still doesn't change anything, Jean." Marco said to me, keeping his voice calm. We were in his bedroom, and had been chatting until we brought up a rather touchy subject.
"I know. But I just can't help but feel like you're different now. I remember times when we were younger, and you were constantly happy and playful, Freckles." I had started calling Marco 'Freckles' as a joke at first, but it kind of stuck.
"Well, things happen to people that make them different. Things like heart problems. Sometimes people have heart failures, and they need someone to give them a new heart, one that someone else DIED to give that person what they need. A person like me." Marco sputtered out, the anger and hurt in his voice showing.
"Marco..." I stared at him, concerned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean--" I cut myself off at the sound of his light sobs. He had brought his head to his knees, crying silently.
"Jean, can you please just leave..."
{If you guys haven't noticed it yet, the chapter titles tell you who's point of view that you're reading. }
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I gave you my heart {JeanxMarco}
FanfictionA small mistake occurs while Jean is driving that costs him his life. His heart goes to a boy named Marco, whom in which takes on the characteristics of the dead donor. Marco feels lucky to be alive, and can't wait to tell his best friend that he is...
