McPriceley Oneshots

Everyone Cried (Angst)

TW: not really, mentions of death

This is that angst I've been promising for a while :')

Third Person POV

Frank was a simple man. (who???)

At the ripe young age of eighty-two, Frank was content. He'd retired twenty years ago, with two daughters. Each daughter had a family of her own, of each was Frank proud of. His wife Norma had passed away two years ago of stomach cancer.

Each day, Frank picked some different flowers from his garden and trekked over to the cemetery to visit his darling Norma. He'd sit carefully next to the headstone and exchange the fresh flowers from yesterday's, and talk for a bit. Tell her about the news, complain about the new neighbors, describe the donut he'd eaten for breakfast. He was alone in the cemetery with his sweetheart.

But one day that changed.

Frank stalled for a bit Tuesday morning before settling on a mix of lilies and roses. White lilies were Norma's favorite.

He took his simple five-minute walk to the graveyard. He held his small bouquet on his left hand while heavily leaning on his simple wooden cane. He waved at Mrs. Mottershed across the way and waited patiently for the tumbling kids to cross the street. He patted the wrought iron gates familiarly as he passed through, looking over the rolling hills of simple headstones, each a loving reminder of the person who lay beneath.

Frank sat on the bench beneath the tall weeping willow, as per his daily routine. He leaned against the simple wooden back and sighed, content. Quiet and simple was this time.

And then- sobs.

What? Someone else is here? Frank thought.

He stood carefully, shaking on his cane. He poked his head around the wide trunk of the weeping willow.

A young man sat on the other side of the tree, leaning against a brand new headstone, the man no more than twenty-two. It was so new, in fact, that there was no grass sprouting from the newly turned soil. His eyes were squeezed shut, large tears leaking from the corners as he clutched the headstone desperately.

Frank squinted, trying to read the boldly engraved words. 

Connor McKinley

1996-2019

Creator of Light

The young man kept crying. Frank knew he should turn away, but he couldn't. Not when he started talking.

"Hey, Con," the man choked out between sobs, brushing his hands through his brown hair that was already as messy as could be. "It's me, Kevin."

The man, Kevin, took a shaky breath and tried to wipe his eyes free of tears.

"So... I don't know if you can hear me. Or if you're listening. Or where you are. I don't know what happened to you, or who you're with." He snorted a little as if this was some sort of inside joke. 

"Your funeral was yesterday," Kevin continued, stroking the headstone absentmindedly as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. "All the elders came, sweetheart. Chris and James are dating. They were going to tell us a week ago, but... they never got the chance." He hiccuped and rested his forehead against the words, muffling his voice a little. Frank continued to listen even harder, his heart breaking for this poor man.

"Arnold and Nabulungi are doing great," Kevin mumbled. "Nabulungi came too. And Mafala." He gasped for air. "Everyone cried." He shook his head into the stone. "Everyone cried. But I cried the most of all." He laughed bitterly. "Chris, Arnold, and James are staying with me in our apartment for now. I think they're worried about me. James says he just wants to make sure I won't do anything stupid." He paused. "I might, Connor. I might do something stupid. You were the only thing keeping me from doing something stupid. Now I have nothing keeping me from falling."

And then- his tone switched.

"Why?" He begged, slamming his hand against the fresh dirt. "Why did you have to leave the house?" His voice is broken. It has the air of someone who once had power, bu now does not. Who was stripped of confidence and left barren and broken and alone. Frank recognized that voice. "Why did you have to go to the store?" He voice cracked. "Why did you have to die?"

Sobs racked his body, and he pushed himself up from the stone. Frank leaned against he tree, panicking, before pretending to be asleep.

Kevin leaned down and pressed a simple kiss to the Connor. 

"I love you," he said carefully. "I love you forever Connor. You were my something incredible."

And with that Kevin was gone.

Never to return.

746 words sorry for the shortness

Sorry for suckiness

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And I am SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING I AM AN AWFUL PERSON I KNOW if you want to read my explanation its the latest chapter in my spam book

Ily guys!

-Em