James POV
A week had passed and the our world was at peace again.
We all had to continue our job but Kendall took his vacation days. He was a wretch after his brother died.
He spent hours sitting in his room. I wasn't sure he left that room since he was first put in there by Logan. Logan would come to our house in shambles, saying that he wouldn't eat and woke up with nightmares most night. He was scared for his husband and rightfully so.
We would visit a few times, checking over him but he always looked the same. Empty.
This morning was the day of David's funeral. I could see the small crowd of people surrounding the service outside from the hill I was on. I noticed Kendall's parents crying softly as they laid their son down in the ground.
I looked over at Kendall standing next to me. He wasn't crying anymore, he just stared off with a blank face.
"I should've pushed him.", Kendall started. "I should've pushed him to talk to me about it.", he whispered.
"I know it could've made a difference, but he probably didn't know how.", I mentioned. "We're talking about a 16 year old kid that felt the world would never see him.", I said.
Kendall looked on, watching a people continued listening to the service.
"This isn't your fault.", I said.
He looked at me, his eyes tearing up again but he stopped.
"What about your parents? Are you gonna tell them what happened?", I asked.
"I can't face them right now. As of right now they think I know and is too scared to see him like this. It haunts me enough as it is.", he muttered.
I sighed, not wanting to push much farther.
"We have to go.", Kendall said, turning around and walking towards the car.
I watched him before looking back at the crowd the service was over and everyone started walking back to their cars.