Emo Quartet Oneshots

Sunset, Ryden

'Remember when the sun fell down and the moon came up? Remember when you were mine and noone could ever separate us? When you were hapy with me, and I always helped you? Where are these times? Why did you do that? I miss you. You don't even know how much I want to hug you now. Hug you and never let you go. But it's too late, Bren, it's too late...'

The clock were close to six as I left my house in black clothes. My steps were heading to the cementry. Today was a funeral. A funeral of my friend, best friend... Of my lover.

I loved him more than anything else. I don't know what to do now. What to do without him.

I came to the church. There was only a few people. He had a lot of friends, but only a few of them were close to him enough to come.

Everyone was standing in the line to give him a last goodbye. When I came to his coffin and saw his face, I started crying. His eyes were gently closed, his beautiful face without a single emotion, and his skin was paler than usual. I can't believe this is the last time I see him.

My eyes immediately filled with tears as I remembered I will never see him again.
'I love you, and I always will' I whispered quietly so nobody could hear me. I wiped my tears and went outside to join oters.

A few minutes later came the priest and the black parade started walking across the cementary to the place where Brendon's coffin will be located.

I spaced out. I remembered every time we spend together: when we met, our first date, our first kiss, our first 'I love you' and 'I love you too'.

'You okay, Ry?' my friend Jon patted my back. 'Yeah, I just... Miss him so much.' I told him as he hugged me thightly. 'You know you can talk to me every time you want. You can even call me at three AM and talk to me if you really need someone to talk to.' he said. 'Thanks Jon' I tried to smile. He turned around to the coffin. I didn't saw them putting it in there.

The priest was talking. I didn't really listened to him.. He's saying the same things every time someone dies. He didn't even know him and now he's talking like he knows him forever. I was mad and angry and everything, but happy. I wanted to end it, but I couldn't. I had to stay strong. For him, he would not like the fact I want to kill myself.

Everyone started throwing flowers to the open grave and then they walked away. I stood there the whole time two men were throwing dirt into the grave until it was full and they walked away.
I looked at the grave stone that says:

Brendon Boyd Urie
Born 12.4. 1987
Died 22.3. 2013
Lovely brother, son, husband
Rest in peace

Sun was slowly falling down, last rays of sun light were lazily lying on the Brendon's grave stone. Beautiful sunset. I sat down next to the grave and closed my eyes, still crying. I was thinking about every happy time we had together.

The time went by and now it was dark. Only moon was shining, alone on the black sky.

The night will last forever, sun is now lying under the amount of dirt. Only moon stayed alive.

Lonely Moonlight.