It's been two weeks since the funeral, and Wyatt hardly cried at the funeral. He has worn black since the death. He no longer had his happy personality, he seemed to always be mad. Cleo and Emma still didn't know about magic.

Zane walked into the Juicenet carrying a sad-looking Parker, and went and sat at by Michael and Sarah. "How's Wyatt?" asked Sarah. "Not good. He wont let anyone try to help him. Aunt Piper's really worried about him. She's thinking about sending him to a therapist." said Zane.

Emma, Cleo, Rikki, and Lewis went and sat next to them. "How are you doing Parker?" asked Rikki. Parker looked away. "She's holding up. Unlike Wyatt." said Zane. "What's wrong with him?" asked Emma. "He's taking it harder than the rest of us. He wont let anyone talk to him, and he's becoming a loner." said Zane.

"I'm not a loner." they heard someone say. They looked up to see Wyatt. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and black dress pants. "Wyatt, I didn't mean it." said Zane as they all stood up. "Yes you did. You and the rest of my family think I'm turning into some punk. Is it so bad that I don't want them to be gone! They were my best friends! I can't do anything without them! They told me how I did on anything! They were my support system! And now there gone because of me!" yelled Wyatt. "Wyatt it's not your fault. They said there was no way you or Michael and I could have saved them." said Sarah pointing towards the ceiling.

"Wyatt's she's right. It was Shax who killed them not you. Every magical being is searching for him. They need the your help. You are the only remaining survivor of the charmed ones." said Michael in a whisper. "You can tell them that we buried their precious charmed ones, when I buried my best friends. And I don't need the magical community looking for Shax because I am going to find him and vanquish him when I bring them back." said Wyatt as he walked out of the café.

"What was he talking about?" asked Cleo. "I'll explain later." said Michael as he ran after Wyatt.

"WYATT STOP!" yelled Michael. Wyatt stopped. He turned around. "What?" he asked. "You need to stop acting like this. Your not the only one hurting. Phoebe, Piper, Leo, Coop, Henry Sr, Paige, Sarah, Zane, Parker, Henry Jr, and me we're all hurting. You need to quit beating yourself up about it. They wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. They would want you to be there for the family." said Michael. "I'm sorry Michael. I can't." said Wyatt. He orbed away.

Wyatt orbed into Phoebe and Coop's old condo. Although there were boxes everywhere he walked into Prue's room. Her sheets were still on the bed. He sat down. Many memories rushed into his head. They made their first potion in here after becoming the charmed ones. He picked up a framed picture of him, Prue, and Chris at Wyatt's sixteenth birthday party. A tear fell on to the frame. "Why? Why did you have to go and leave me? I can't live without you!" cried Wyatt. He heard Zane calling him. He ignored him.

He was upset. Upset with himself. Upset with Michael and Sarah. Upset with the Elders. But most of all, upset at Prue and Chris. It was Prue's fault that they went to the beach. And it was Chris's fault they became Shax's target. He punched the glass. "Oh Wyatt." he heard someone say. He looked at the doorway to see Phoebe. "How'd you get here?" he asked. "Coop beamed me here to pick up a few boxes. Your hand's bleeding." said Phoebe as she sat next to him.

"A little cut wont hurt me. Why did we have to lose them?" he asked. Phoebe embraced her nephew. "I don't know sweetie. But I do know that everything happens for a reason." Phoebe reassured. "There isnt a reason why we lost Chris and Prue. But there is a reason for me to bring them back." said Wyatt. "How are you going to do that?" asked Phoebe. He thought of Catherine. "I got to go." said Wyatt orbing out of Phoebe's arms.

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