So obviously I haven't been writing much but it is because I didn't have word on the computer I was using but now I do and I'll be back to updating regularly. Other stories will be updated soon. Promise! Xoxo

This is just a filler one shot I wrote while listening to Fly by Ludovico Einaudi so it made me kind of sad.

No copyright intended! (:


The day of his funeral was the first day it rained in months. The guests arrived at the church first to share memories of his life and the accomplishment he had. She couldn't find it in herself to speak. She sat in the very back row watching as a sea of fans and family members mixed on the way to his casket. As the church filtered down to just a few left she found herself standing and walking to the front where just a few people stood. All dressed in black were the two teenagers who were once called her friends. Dez stands in his plain black suit with Trish not far behind him in her pretty black dress. They see her and they exchange nods and sympathetic smiles but no words are spared. When she reaches the small brown box encasing her old music partner she felt her hands start to shake. How could this have happened? She let them slip though her fingers by letting their friendships drift. His blonde hair is messed just how he liked it and she smiles sadly because she'll never see the chocolate brown of his eyes ever again. She slowly says a silent prayer to whoever brought this boy into her life because he truly was a miracle. She walks down the center isle of the church, her heels clacking against the wood. She feels the stares on her back and the heads turning in her direction. She expects this. After all everyone wants to know what happened to the greatest duo of their generation. She doesn't have an honest answer to give when she doesn't even know what happened herself. The girl finds herself ushered into a taxi of strangers and she's driven to a grave yard a few miles down the road. When she steps out of the car she is handed a black umbrella but refuses it seeing as the rain has stopped and it is now an overcast of clouds. She watches as the ceremony continues and graciously drops her single red rose on the box when it's her turn. As the dirt is placed and the grass is laid the people thin until it's just her next to the old oak tree he is buried beneath. She kneels in front of the grave stone and reads the inscription over and over until it is branded in the back of her mind. She lets the tears she's been holding in fall onto the moist ground fertilizing it with her sorrow. She runs her fingers over the letters of his name and lets out a shaky breath as she whispers to the open air.

"I love you Austin Moon."