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Flashback
Ty and I waited on the couch for Finn to get here. My leg bounced nervously as I clutched my heart shape necklace. Marcus gave me my necklace for my 15'th birthday.
"Just close your dang eyes El." Marcus sighed.
"Nope," I said vigorously shaking my head.
"Why?" He said obviously tired.
"You might pour water on me."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Because you do it all the time!"
"Touché. Don't worry though, because it's not something bad."
"Ok fine," I said closing my eyes. I felt something cold touch the back of my neck and jumped. "Dude calm down it's just a necklace." I opened my eyes to look at the pendant on the silver chain. "It's beautiful," I whispered. Looking up I saw Marcus smiling down at me. "Thanks, Marcus," I said wrapping him in a hug. "Don't forget that when you wear it I'll be with you." He spoke softly.
I snapped out of my daze to a pair of familiar arms wrapping around me. "Are you ready?" Finn mumbled into the crook of my neck. After I nodded, Finn grabbed my hand and led me to the car while Ty locked up. The drive to the cemetery was spent in complete silence.
Once we pulled up Finn and Ty got out while I just sat there. The cemetery was always a hard place for me to visit.
"El it's time to get out now," Finn spoke softly after he opened my door. I looked up at him and nodded as I got out.
With his left hand, he took my hand, and with his right, he took Tyler's. We walked at a steady pace towards his grave. The three of us had stopped walking which indicated that we had reached it. Warily, my eyes met the gray tombstone.
Marcus James Waters
Beloved Brother, Friend, and Son
September 16th, 1997 - October 5th, 2017
My heart ached at the sight. Why couldn't I have died instead? I untangled my hand from Finn's and knelt by his grave.
My fingers brushed the cold stone so lightly, almost like I feared I'd hurt him if I did it any harder.
"I'm sorry Marcus. I love you and miss you so dang much." I spoke fighting back tears and the lump in my throat.
I stood back up and stared down at my brother's resting place. I couldn't do it anymore I had to get out of there. Trudging back to the car, I felt a mix of emotions, but there was one much stronger than the others. Hatred. I hate him. No, I'm not talking about my brother, I'm talking about him. Eric Smith.
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