This was the closest thing I could do to honor him…
Greatly inspired by this drawing by AtroxChobatus
"I…I just can't believe he's gone." Michel said as he, Wendy, and John stared out into the water. They were staying at John and Michel's apartment in London. Just two hours ago Belle had called them to tell them of Neal's demise. They would miss the funeral even if they made the first flight out, so it was best to grieve them at home.
"Yeah…" John sighed, neither he nor Michel knowing just how to feel about their adopted brother.
"He was so selfless, heroic. I would have never thought someone like him would dies so soon…" Michel said.
"Pan doesn't care about mercy." John hissed with malice. "Selfish bastard."
"Stop that." Wendy chastised, her voice still holding a motherly air even though her brothers were well over fifteen years older than her. "Bae would not want us to grovel. He would want us to move forward, forget the past and make better of the future. He'd want us to have love and strength in our hearts, like he did." She stood strong, like a general talking to her recruits, passionate about her late brother, and hiding the twitch in her lip and the lump in her voice beautiful.
The boys nodded. "You're right Wendy. He'd want us to be strong." John said as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"To Bae!" Michel yelled as he pumped his fist into the air. "Our brother, and our hero!"
"To Bae!" John and Wendy exclaimed together. The siblings surrounded each other with arms and comfort until the sound of crickets signaled nightfall.
"Time to go in." John yawned. "I'll order a pizza."
"Sounds good." Michel said. "Coming Wendy?"
Wendy waved them off. "You go ahead. I'm going to watch the sun set."
"Fine. Don't let the bats get you."
Wendy laughed. "I'll be alright.
Her smiled burned bright until the boys were inside. As soon as the door closed, she turned to the little pond in the backyard, her tight smile falling into a deep frown. The tears that had been burning the back of her sockets poured from her like waterfalls and the sobs took over. As soon as the excruciating griep seized her, it poured out full force and she collapsed against the bridge, unable to keep herself up properly.
Her brother, her brilliant knight in shining armor was gone. And even though he would deny it until the end of time—
It was her fault.
"Bae…Bae…I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry!"
I love you.
"All my love to you, Poppet. You're going to be all right. Bye. Bye."
In memory of Robin Williams. I pray that he's doing stand-up in Heaven right now, pain-free, sorrow-free. I'll never forget him.