"He was only remembered for being my friend. Nothing else. Just…a friend."
He silently took his place at the podium, staring out at the near-empty rows of chairs. He didn't say a word, he never did anymore.
His brother was there, and his dad. They were the only two he recognized in the crowd.
"Mituna Captor. Age…16. Car accident." His hands moved, speaking for him. The room was silent.
"My name…my name is Kurloz Makara. He was my best friend." He was…cold. His face held no emotion, and he didn't say a word. Just stared.
"He was my only real friend, and I was his. That's…just how it was." He sighed to himself, pausing a moment.
"I remember the day we met, some dude was messing with him and I stood up for him, like one of those cheesy movies he always made me watch with him." He laughed to himself, continuing to sign his speech.
"I remember how a few weeks after we met, he came running up to me all excited. He told me how he spent the weekend teaching himself sign language so he could talk to me." The tears began to form in his eyes, smiling.
"He was…always just a friend. No one ever thought anything else of him. He was just Kurloz's friend. Just a friend. But…honestly, he was everything to me. I know that sounds stupid, but it's true…And I never got to tell him that." He was in tears now, and couldn't continue. So he left in that moment. No one ever found out exactly where he went, or if he ever came back. Not that anyone really cared.
~timeblip~
"Hey Tunabro…" I smiled, sitting down on the cold ground. "Sorry I'm a little late." I came here every day for the last four months. "Mituna Captor…Age 16. That's all they could give you." Maybe it's stupid, just like everything else is lately, but I like it here. Makes me feel happy again.
I kind of just sit here and talk to him, hoping he can hear me. I never finished reading the speech I wrote, and I still haven't. I never get to the end without crying.
"should we try again today bro?" I laugh to myself, pulling the worn paper from my pocket. I've memorized it by now, but I still carry it with me.
"I'm sorry…I never got my chance to say goodbye. Or to tell you how much you meant to me." I'll lean against his headstone, sometimes talking until the sun starts to rise the next day. There's so much I never got to say to him, so much I wish I could've heard from him.
"You were always just a friend, right? Then…why does this hurt so much?" I've stopped crying now, but the ache is still there. It never goes away.
My brother, Gamzee, comes a few hours later. He's been coming to find me lately, always knows I'll be here. I'll stand and start to walk away, but I'll stop and turn back.
"I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye." I weakly smile, thinking back to the day he learned to sign.
'Look, Kurloz! I know how to say stuff now! This means…I love you, right?'
My brother calls for me again, and I quickly turn and sign to his grave one last time.
"I love you."