Walking past his family and friends, he stood at the casket mourning his best friend in the other life. It was hard to tell, but he knew deep in his heart, he knew without a doubt that this was him. His best friend; the person that made him feel like he had a heart, when he didn't have one, he stared at him a classic smirk appearing upon his lips.
Oh how he loved that boy.
When he didn't have a heart, he could only see it as a friendship, but now in the next life; he could see clearly. It took him years to realize that this wasn't a dream; this is what it felt like. This is what it felt like to be in love, he remembered the happiness he felt when he had finally found him. He remembered that wonderful feeling he felt when he first heard his voice, then the cold disappointment when he didn't remember him.
He had looked for him for ages, finally seeing him on the street with his friends. He felt something else, a sense of anxiety rush through him. He let him slip through his fingers, just like that, mentally kicking himself for watching him from afar. He felt so stupid after he had bribed one of his friends to get his number, after all that work, he didn't even remember.
He remembered walking across the street, cursing his heart for the pain he felt. It happened so fast, one minute he was walking the next he was on the ground, saved from the drunk driver that swerved to where he was. Where his best friend's body now laid, he stared dumbfounded, until it kicked in. He had died saving him; his best friend had died for him. His heart exploded with emotions; anger, remorse, sorrow and oddly happiness. A small piece of happiness, a tiny fragment, because one doesn't throw themselves to save just anyone.
That was saved for someone special.
Standing at the casket, in front of the boy he had fallen in love with, he repaid him in his own way. He didn't know why he did it; it wasn't like a fairytale, to wake his love with loves' first kiss didn't exist. Dead was dead, he couldn't change that; he cursed all his damn emotions and his heart. The heart he had wanted so badly, he didn't want this; he closed his eyes then walked out of the funeral home. Lighting a cigarette, he let his tears fall and the pain fill his heart. Maybe if he was lucky, maybe someday they would meet again in the next life.
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