Matt was broken. It had been six years, but Kevin's death was still a great hole in is heart. He had lost his colleague. His band mate. His friend. His brother. Thankfully, he had died naturally of old age, but it still hurt. And life still wasn't the same. Pentatonix wasn't the same. The group had decided not to quit but to raise the next generation of PTX. Unfortunately, without their wise beatboxer.
But today Matt was finally saying goodbye. Because he would see him again soon.
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PTX Drabbles
Fanfiction100 word drabbles from one word prompts one a day for the next month
