I'll Be There For You ~ Lams College AU

Chapter 39

thE hAmIltOn tRaiLer iS aMazIng-

*sobs*

There would be slower updates. I'm sorry, but I would try to write in every possible moment.

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John's POV-

I stood up from the smooth soft grass, leaving a bouquet of white roses beside my mother's grave.

Roses...
Those were our favorites.

My legs weak, I walked back to where my family, and a few friends, gathered around it. Everyone was wearing black clothes, in respect to my mother.

Alexander was with me. I fell in his embrace and buried my face at his shoulder, weeping.

Why did she have to go?

"Sh..sh.." Alex cooed, rubbing my back, in hope to comfort me. "John, don't worry. Sh.. calm down."

I let out choked sobs.

I could hardly believe this was happening.

And yet it was.

-later-

I was propped on my bed, shuffling through countless family photos at my scrapbook I used to keep.

I smiled sadly, missing the old memories.

I scanned the photos, flipping page by page, until I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I looked up to see Alex, carrying a tray of croissants. He was

"You okay, Jacky?" He asked, setting down the tray in front of me, and sitting beside me. I felt his head lean against my shoulders.

"Y-Yes," I let out a shaky breath. "Do you wanna see?"

Alex wrapped his arms around my waist, which was rather hard since he's smaller, and nodded.

For the rest of the night, Alex and I smiled through photos, and sometimes even laughed. My spirits slightly rose.

"Look, this is me, Martha, and Henry. James wasn't even born yet, nor Mary. We were at the beach." I smiled, showing him the photo of a sandcastle. "Then Dad's over here, one of the rare occasions he actually spent time with us, and there's...Mom."

I paused, my eyes fixed on my mother.
She was still young, full of color.

But lastly, she had roses. She was handing me one.

That made me break down.

For the rest of the night, my mind replayed flashback after flashback of happy memories, and even bad ones.

Even the bad ones.

Even the time I broke mother's vase.

Even the time there was a family argument.

As long my mother was there, everything would be alright.

This made me think that even the worst memories before, were better than the present.

"Sorry, erm," I paused, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my jacket.
"Just... another memory."

"It's fine, John." Alex cooed. "All will be better. Okay? I'll be there for you along the way. Our friends we'll be there."

"Everyone will be." He said.

I smiled.

Maybe things could get better...

-three days later-

It was the fourth day of our little 'vacation'.
Honestly, this was the worst vacation ever.