AN: Hey guys! Just a small one shot I came up with! It's not so long, as I was pressed for time, but at least it's something…
To all those people who read my other story: "The Curse of Phineas Flynn"….thanks for all your reviews! You rock! Enjoy!
Memories
[Ferb's POV]
He should have seen it coming. Why didn't he try to stop it? He was his brother after all, so if he would stand up to protect him, why couldn't he? He banged his head against the wall, silent tears falling down from his eyes. It wasn't fair, nor was it right. Because Phineas Flynn could not possibly be dead, no, it was all just a dream.
But his eyes said otherwise, as he looked upon the dead body of his brother. He looked peaceful, as if he was sleeping. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. He closed his eyes and turned away. It was too painful to watch. When he saw it, memories came flooding back.
A rollercoaster hurtling through town…..
A picture of two boys on a sarcophagus….
The Phineas and the Ferb Tones singing on stage….
Flying around the world in one day…
Visiting the London eye…
Rocking out in Summer Rocks camp…..
And the one that seemed to hit hardest…..two boys sitting under a tree, happily content with life.
Ferb let the tears fall freely. He didn't care if anybody was watching him, whether they made fun of him, laughing at him, mocking him, or just simply smirking at him. He didn't care. He felt like the only two things that mattered in the world were his body and Phineas' body. The whole world seemed to have fallen silent just for this very moment.
He knew, in his heart, that Phineas Flynn was gone forever.