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Summary: 400 words, very short. John pays a visit to the graveyard.
AN: I know this had been done to death but here's another one for ya! Okay yes i just talk aload of crap! but hey its fun!
It was cold, so very very cold.
An icy chill formed around him, as he stood alone in the isolated graveyard.
Chas was dead.
John Constantine had failed the boy, his apprentice… his friend.
Chas Kramer, nineteen years old and dead. Chas was dead because of him.
The one time John had said yes, had allowed the boy to tag along…
His heart ached.
Chas had been more than just a friend.
He was a fool for denying his feeling, for protecting the boy who didn't NEED nor want his protection.
He had ignored his feelings and had in return gained the sad, lonely life he was now leading.
Six months and still he hurt.
Every muscle in his body ached.
Chas Kramer was dead.
The cabbie who always had a smile no matter what his mood, the boy who invaded his apartment, the boy who had stolen his heart…
Chas Kramer. They were the only words left to remember the kid by.
The tombstone didn't do him justice.
A grey slab of stone with only a name. A name.
Chas was so much more than that.
So much more than words.
He was the light at the end of John's tunnel.
He was the reason John still remained alive.
Chas Kramer the boy who stole John Constantine's heart and all that was left was memories and a name.
Big brown eyes, the cutest expression on his angelic face, curly chestnut hair, hundreds of ancient books. That was Chas.
Chas wasn't a slab of stone in the middle of an isolated graveyard.
He was the bouncy kid who constantly stuffed his face with cookies. He was the boy who wrinkled his nose at the faintest smell of cigarette smoke.
He was… he was everything John Constantine had ever wanted but had been too cowardly to admit.
Chas wasn't just a name; he never had been and never would be in the eyes of his mentor.
John Constantine hard ass demon hunter. John Constantine had fallen for the most innocent, most beautiful person in the whole of the world. John Constantine the fool who could never admit to his feeling so suffered the price.
John goddamn fucking Constantine had fallen for the one person who would have gladly given his life for him…
He was a hero!
Chas Kramer had taught him more about life in one year than he had learnt in an entire lifetime.
Nineteen years old… and dead.
His delicate body icy cold, rotting slowly in a modest coffin bearing no sign of the person he really was.
Chas Kramer was more than just a name.