A/N: So, basically its about how James is in a shock after Kendall dies and refuses to see the truth until it just hits him.
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He sees the mourning faces all around him, tears streaking his best friends' faces. But it hasn't hit him. No, the reality hasn't hit him.
He is stuck in that dream he likes to call reality, where everything is vivid and bright, too bright. It blinds him, it dazzles him, and it leaves him wonderstruck.
Now, the people are milling around, walking towards that glass coffin. He follows suit, and wonders where everyone is going. He stands in the line, curious. When it's his turn, he walks forward, and looks into the glass box. Inside, is a blonde boy, and his breath is stolen, because this boy, is so, so beautiful. He is like a fallen angel. It breaks his heart to see such a devastatingly beautiful thing lying so very still.
He is led out of the line by a tiny raven-haired boy. But he hardly realizes. In his mind, there is a lost memory, an inkling of a thought, about a pair of gorgeous eyes. He doesn't want to lose that memory, because those emerald eyes are so, so pretty. But it is snatched from him, right under his nose. And he can't remember.
At home, he is alone. He sits unmoving, on the chair, just where the raven-haired boy and the Latino left him an hour ago. His eyes are dry and he feels like he should be sad.
But what should he be sad over?
He cannot remember.
He forgot what to be sad over.
He looks around him, and he cannot tell where he is. He is so, so lost. He falls into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, the heat of his disturbed dreams too stifling, yet still not a single tear falls. The next morning, he wakes and looks at the time. He should be at work now. He is in his home. He dresses, and takes his briefcase, going to the office.
But he can't help thinking, he forgot something.
In his office, he works like he always does. Then, it is one o'clock. His stomach rumbles and he thinks, I need to have lunch now. He looks at the door, waiting for someone to walk in.
It is two o'clock. He is hungry, but he is waiting. The clock chimes and he freezes.
He remembers. He remembers that an angel in the form of a pretty young boy is supposed to walk through the door and kiss him on the cheek, and pass him his lunch. They are supposed to be joking and laughing now, and then the angel is supposed to kiss him goodbye, and his day will continue, until he goes home, and sees that angel again.
Then he frowns. That angel is the boy he saw through the glass.
Kendall.
The name spills past his lips and the hazel-eyed boy cries out. He bolts out of the office and flags a taxi. Faster, faster, faster. He needs to be there.
He tosses the driver a bunch of notes, yells, keep the change and slams the door, feet pounding on grass. He catches his breath, as he leans on a headstone. It says,
Kendall Knight
22 years young
An angel to be remembered
And the cries spill over, no, no, no. He shouldn't be six feet underground. He should be beside the hazel-eyed boy, right there in his arms.
He collapses next to it, and those precious drops of tears fall on the headstone.
The next day, he drags himself to the café near his house and looks out the window. He sees a blood red bridge. And he thinks, maybe one day he'd have the courage to jump off the bridge, like his angel did.
A/N: Yeah, okay. How Kendall's body is so perfect after jumping of a bridge and smashing into cemented floor... I have no idea. But I prefer describing him as... you know, NOT MUTILATED. So... yep. Review and BYEE.