(disclaimer, same as first chapter)
Harry died in my arms.
My friend.
He even died in my heart.
My brother.
Harry's suicide was three years ago, we've mostly gotten over it.
At first, we didn't want to continue the band, as Harry had told us to in his Death Note.
Eventually, we did, and Seamus covered the vocals along with Herm. We sound kinda like Lacuna Coil.
Harry also told us he was homosexual. As he had known, it didn't fly over too well with Dean and Neville, eventually they calmed down cause we didn't talk about it.
I miss him, and I hate his guts for not sticking around just a little longer.
For his funeral, we played Morningstar, along with God Called In Sick Today. For a requiem, we played Harry's own composition of My Ancestor's Tears, I have never cried so hard in my life, but I played everything perfectly. For Harry. My brother.
Children Play, In the mirrors, Children play, In the rain. (Of their ancestor's tears.)
I hold your hand, In the dead of night. And you tell me stories, Of hurt and Blithe. (While your ancestor's cry.)
"Please do not weep." You begged of me.
I cannot help but cry.
Children Play, With the mirrors. Children play, While it rains. (From their ancestor's tears.)
Oh lovely ones, Oh cruel beauties. Oh charming ones, Silent romance movies.
Do not torment me so, Stop thinking fears, I tell you because I must, Don't drown in your ancestor's tears.
I saw Draco at the back of the church, about to tell him to fuck off, he held up his hand.
*remembrance*
"I just wanted to say farewell."
"Why?"
"Did he tell you of his preferences?"
"He liked guys, yes."
"Anything else?"
"No, Why?"
"I was his preference."
*Fin*
Harry's suicide was almost three years ago, we've mostly gotten over it.
Mostly.
Harry died in my arms.
My friend.
He even died in my heart.
My brother.
Harry's suicide was three years ago, we've mostly gotten over it.
At first, we didn't want to continue the band, as Harry had told us to in his Death Note.
Eventually, we did, and Seamus covered the vocals along with Herm. We sound kinda like Lacuna Coil.
Harry also told us he was homosexual. As he had known, it didn't fly over too well with Dean and Neville, eventually they calmed down cause we didn't talk about it.
I miss him, and I hate his guts for not sticking around just a little longer.
For his funeral, we played Morningstar, along with God Called In Sick Today. For a requiem, we played Harry's own composition of My Ancestor's Tears, I have never cried so hard in my life, but I played everything perfectly. For Harry. My brother.
Children Play, In the mirrors, Children play, In the rain. (Of their ancestor's tears.)
I hold your hand, In the dead of night. And you tell me stories, Of hurt and Blithe. (While your ancestor's cry.)
"Please do not weep." You begged of me.
I cannot help but cry.
Children Play, With the mirrors. Children play, While it rains. (From their ancestor's tears.)
Oh lovely ones, Oh cruel beauties. Oh charming ones, Silent romance movies.
Do not torment me so, Stop thinking fears, I tell you because I must, Don't drown in your ancestor's tears.
I saw Draco at the back of the church, about to tell him to fuck off, he held up his hand.
*remembrance*
"I just wanted to say farewell."
"Why?"
"Did he tell you of his preferences?"
"He liked guys, yes."
"Anything else?"
"No, Why?"
"I was his preference."
*Fin*
Harry's suicide was almost three years ago, we've mostly gotten over it.
Mostly.