The church was small, and not even really a church. It was more like an ordinary building. At first he hesitated, wondering if they were in the right place, but then he saw his mom's car parked out front. After helping Lindsay out of the car, he boldly took her hand and they walked inside. The place was eerily quiet, with no visible signs of life anywhere.
Ironic, since it seemed that the loss of life had haunted them, leaving emptiness that was all too visible.
When they opened the double doors and walked inside, Flynn could see the minister standing in front of his mom and Aunt Marie. The so-called minister looked more like a teenager, most likely the only person his mom could find to do the service. No other respected minister would give a memorial service for such a monster, and Flynn wouldn't blame them.
The walls were bare, with no pictures of Walter White Sr. to be found. And no one, absolutely no one was seated in the rows of chairs, except for his mom and Aunt Marie. Suddenly Flynn felt guilty, but he couldn't mourn a monster. He just couldn't. He wouldn't.
"Mom?"
The room fell silent and six pairs of wide eyes looked at him. Flynn said nothing more, and took his place beside his mom, with Lindsay sitting next to him while the minister continued the service. It was short, barely lasting fifteen minutes and lacking of any emotion at all. When the service ended, his mom stood waiting patiently for Flynn to stand using his braces.
"Why are you here?" She asked in a low and somewhat accusing voice.
"I'm not here for him if that's what you think." Flynn spat. "I didn't even want to come."
Lindsay's hand went to his arm. "Flynn..."
His mother crossed her arms in front of her body and frowned at him. "I thought you went to the dance."
"We did. And we were having a good time. But Lindsay thought I should be here with you and Aunt Marie. She said there would be other dances but you're my family. You and Aunt Marie."
His mother's eyes filled with tears and she hugged him tight. "That's right. We are your family and we love you very much. Thank you Flynn."
Lindsay smiled and coughed lightly, breaking up Flynn's hug with his mom.
"You must be Lindsay." His mom said extending her hand. "I'm Skyler and this is Marie."
"Um… Mrs. White, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for your… For everything. I know this has been hard on Flynn, but I can't imagine what it's doing to you."
His mother brushed away tears and smiled. "Skyler, please... And thank you, Lindsay."
Lindsay then turned to Marie. "I'm sorry for your loss, Marie. Flynn told me… I swear I wasn't trying to pry. But he looked so upset and-."
Aunt Marie smiled. "It's all right. Thank you, Lindsay. Thank you for coming."
"Well, maybe I'll see you both again." Lindsay said.
"I'm sure you will. Goodbye, Lindsay."
Flynn stared at his mom for several moments, not knowing what to say. And suddenly he realized that he didn't need to say anything. A hug would speak volumes. Maybe it was his imagination but both his mom and his Aunt Marie hugged him a lot tighter that day.
Later that night, he stood on Lindsay's doorstep, wondering what to say to her. But as with his mom, he didn't have to say anything. She simply smiled sweetly… and kissed him. His first kiss! But he knew in his heart that it wouldn't be his last.
And as he walked back to his car he could almost see his Uncle Hank smiling at him, saying "I'm proud of you Flynn."
Flynn smiled to himself. He was pretty proud of himself too.
THE END
