You were Brendon’s girlfriend, and he always used to sing “You Are My Sunshine” to you when you were sad, or sick, or just upset. You hated it because you thought it was stupid, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. It made you happier when he sung it to you.
It was February 3rd, 2013, 7:47 PM on a Monday when your car crashed into a Summerlin bridge whilst on a vacation to Brendon’s hometown. The impact was so hard it made your car flip onto it’s topside. The doctors said it was a, “Quick and Painless” death, but it wasn’t. It was excruciating. The cops and ambulance didn’t get there until the fire had spread. You were still alive then. They got it wrong. It was horrible.
Brendon, of course, was hurt more than you were. His bandmates as well. In fact, he was so hurt that the bassist of his band Dallon Weekes walked in on him holding a gun and some bullets in his hand.
Today marks the anniversary that the same ugly green car tumbled off that bridge and into the muddy water below.
Brendon stiffed back a sob, and looked to his bandmates for reassurance. It was the first anniversary of the day his girlfriend – and what he was planning to make you, his bride – had gotten crushed into bits and he couldn’t handle it.
He stepped up to the grave, bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, and knelt in front of it.
He bit his lip nervously, and let a tear fall.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
He let a couple more tears fall as he choked out the lyrics.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
He let in a sharp inhale and started to cry, but he knew he had to finish the song. For you. He couldn’t stop and let you down.
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
And as he sung, you put a hand on his shoulder, and stared at your own grave. You knew he’d never see or feel your presence there.
You sang along.
You knew he shouldn’t be singing it to you. You had to make him feel better. You were fine. Though you were feeling the same excruciating, constant pain you felt the moment that car crushed you, you were fine. He wasn’t. You were there trying to stop him when he almost shot himself. You were screaming and crying and fuck, thank – whoever, you weren’t sure you were in Heaven because you never saw a God, or a light – Dallon was there.
Brendon put the flowers in front of the gravestone.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
