Jethro studies the crowd and their different styles of mourning for a boy so lost to the world that he forgot how to love. Now he lay in the coffin, skin torn and body contaminated with countless pills. The memory of him wasn't as pleasant as the image of Kendall those around him tried to create. One-Shot I wrote for the Young Author's Fair in high school, about five years ago. TW: suicide, heavy spiritual tone, judgments (all of which reflect the character and not me)
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