Music Sounds Better With You.

The Funeral

The death march played as people walked down. People from school that actually liked him. Surprisingly Nick and Sam came. 

"Justin. I know that Felix and us were not friends, but I respected him."

"Well thank you. That means a lot to me. And I know it would mean a lot to Felix."

I turned around and sat down after they walked to a pew behind me, "Are you Justin?"

"I am. Who is asking?", I answered without facing the voice of a girl. 

"I'm his older sister."

With that I turned around immediately. "Are you Dahlia or Azalea?"

"I'm Azalea. Since you know my name I assume Felix told you about us?" 

"Yeah. How do you know me?"

"My little sister, Violet, is a 10th grader at your high-school. She's seen you two together.", she pointed to 3 girls behind us. "Dahlia is hugging Ivy. I'm 22. Dahlia's 20. Violet of course is 15 and Ivy is 14" 

“Felix never told me his sister was in the school.” 

“Our parents told him to forget all contact with us. That included school.”

“So then, I’m assuming that your parents are not here."

"You assume correctly." 

"Why did they hate him?" 

"He was gay."

"Well yeah." 

"Our parents are homophobes."

"Oh. So if they were here-"

"There's no if. They wouldn't come. When we found out he was killed, do you know what they said."

"No?"

"They said finally someone did what we couldn't. They would kill us if they knew we were here." 

"Why do you still live with them?

"To help out with the girls." 

"Do you want to leave?"

"Yes. And so does Dahlia but we have no where to go."

"You two can come live with me."

"You barely know me."

"But I knew and loved your brother."

"I'll think about it.", she went to sit next to her sisters.

Halfway through the eulogy, the preacher called me to say a few words. I would be the last person to speak.

"Well I knew Felix more than most. I only knew him a few months, but I loved him. I was going to marry him. I wanted to marry him. I didn't care that he was not perfect. We loved each other. That's all I have to say about this."

I sat down trying not to cry. I felt a hand on my back. It was Dahlia's.

"Thank you for loving my brother."

"I did. I really did love him.”

“I know. He called us one time and he sounded happy. He never use to sound happy. He always wanted to know how could his parents not love him like they loved the rest of us.” 

“Why are they homophobes?”

“High-school. A gay guy tried to date my dad while hm and my mom were dating. It didn't go well. From that point on they just hated them.”