Chp7

Author's note: I don't own suite life of Zack and Cody

Zack was dressed in black, in mourning clothes. So were the hotel staffs and his parents.

He looked around. The cementery is so quite. No one was speaking. They were all waiting for the priest to arrive.

The weather does no help to improve the mood. It was drizzling. Zack noticed that no one was using an umbrella.

No one bothered.

He noticed that there was almost no sound at all. The birds were quiet, the crickets and all the other animals as well.

It was as if they were all mourning with him, for the death of the greatest person he ever met.

The memory brought tears to his already swollen and red eyes once more.

Cody was dead.

Cody has been part of him.

Cody was all of him.

He never realized that when he was alive.

It's strange how you appreciate things only when you cannot take them for granted.

The priest, dressed in black with a bible in his hands, came on the stage.

"We gather here today for the death of Cody Martin...

…we will always remember him for the great brother and son he has been…

Empty words, thought Zack.

The priest's robotic, flat voice droned on for what seemed like eternity.

At last, it was time for all of them to say their last goodbyes, before Cody was cemented.

Zack let his relatives say their goodbyes to Cody first.

He wanted to be the last to say goodbye.

Finally, it was his turn.

He walked up to Cody.

He had never seen his brother so pale and unnatural before.

He put Cody's hand away from the 'Death position' and set them naturally at their sides.

"I'm sorry Cody. Really, I am. I love you Cody."

Zack was almost sure that it was not his imagination than Cody's hands seemed to twich.

"Goodbye Cody. I will never forget you."

Zack buried his head into Cody's chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

He lifted his head. The priest was tapping his shoulders. "I am sorry Mr Martin. We must cement you brother now."

Zack took a book out of his pocket.

It was Cody's diary.

He put it next to Cody.

The wind caught the papers in the air, and the book flipped open for a few seconds before closing again.

Zack could have sworn the line of that page was "I forgive you, Zack."

The wind flipped another page.

On that page, it seemed to say "One day, we shall meet again, walking among the stars."

He shook his head, telling himself to stop being foolish. He moved aside.

He watched his brother's body being burnt.

Never again. Never again will we go to school together, never again will we hug after your nightmares! His heart cried out.

How he got from the cementery, to the car, to the Tipton, to the lift and to his room, he never knew.

12, midnight.

Zack has decided.

He couldn't live without his brother.

So he will die with him. He has written his mom a letter already.

He doubted if it would stop her from crying or hurting. But he can't do anything about that.

Now, all he has to do, is to get a knife, then lock himself in the bathroom.