|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
At Blake, at that stupid homophobe, at Dean for disappearing, and at your parents for all they did wrong.
Man were we livid with your parents.
Hazel Grace was right. Funerals were never for the dead. They had always been for the living.
Every time your dad talked about how great Blake was on the field, I wanted to rip his face off. Every time your mom talked about how Blake was the best child they could've hoped for, I wanted to scream in her face. Every time they delivered their eulogy of pure bullshit, I wanted to challenge them at every turn.
What was his favorite color? What was his favorite song? What was his favorite subject? What did he really want to do with his life?
I had millions of questions. Questions that I knew neither of them could ever answer.
Because they never knew Blake. They never knew the bisexual, chemist bound Blake that wanted nothing more than to be himself.
They never knew who their son truly was.
And it was their fault for creating a living space that didn't allow him to simply be.
You and I were furious.
But grief wouldn't allow us to speak.
So we simply cried with Phoebe between us. Never before had I thought I'd be holding her like this again. But that's what grief does. It brings together people of old to introduce them to something new.
I cried for Blake's death and for the sharpness of Phoebe's ribs that were poking against my stomach.
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