Athrun's POV

I remember a time where I could smile endlessly, without a single care in the world. Something like a childlike innocence. When I didn't have troubles, or worries, because I thought I was too young, and my mom was my protector from such emotions. When all that mattered to me was getting the newest toys, and what might happen next on a favorite TV show. But that was so long ago. Now that time is such a blur. Life as I knew it back then, completely changed. No matter how much I hate it, the terrible truths of the world gradually made themselves known to me. You're never too young to die. Emotions are something you have to deal with, and there's more to life then TV shows and toys. And this is all because of you…Kira Yamato, the love of my life. You made me realize this, even before you left. Now, all I can do is find comfort in myself, and maybe you'll never know how much I loved-no…love, you. Maybe I'm just a dreamer, living in a false realization of life…

It was the day I wished never in my life to experience. After my mother died in a freak car accident with a drunk driver, I swore never to go to another funeral home for the rest of my life. And for a while, I did just that. My uncle died a few years after my mom, and even though we were close, I didn't go to his funeral. But I did…and still do, visit his grave as often as I possibly could.

You can call me weak, stupid, wimpy, afraid, or whatever. I won't deny any of that, because its all true I suppose. But, here I am, standing in front of a large white building with the words; Funeral Home, painted in big bold letters, which I assume were to make me feel even worse a bout myself. People were just arriving, some classmates of him, and other people I had no idea who they were. (Seeing that this happened to be advertised on the news, such as most big, tragic deaths…though I didn't agree to them putting it on TV, but hell, at least he'll be honored, right?)

I hadn't realized how long I'd been standing there, until a hand landed on my shoulder. "Come on…Let's get inside. It's starting…"

It was Tenshi.

I looked over to her face, and shakily gave a soft smile. "Mmm…Okay," I say, before looking over to the doors of the building, and swallowing the lump in my throat, threatening to cut off my air supply, which I would've been glad to happen right then and there, mind you. My eyes started to water at the sight of the open funeral doors, as more people walked in.

Tenshi draped her arm around my shoulders and helped me over to the door. We had apologized before, though I don't think she really had much to apologize for anyway, it was my fault, and most of the things she said were true. And because of this, I think we both have a better understanding a bout the other, though I don't think I could see her as anything more then a sister, who I loved, but in the sisterly/brotherly way…Kira was the only one I could love…

"It's okay…y'know. To cry" she said softly to me, glancing in my direction. "I know," I replied, before we each went silent once more.

It was quiet, to say the least. Just a soft chipper of talking, and soft sobs from the different funerals that were going on at the time, even though I wish it could've been Kira's funeral, and only his. And the scent that assaulted my nose, it was a mixture of cologne and perfume, flowers and some other scent I really couldn't pinpoint, but whatever it was, the smells mixed together nearly made me gag, and I could tell it had the same effect on Tenshi, who's nose was winkled up in disgust.

"Kira Yamato? Which room is he in?" Tenshi once more brought me out of my thoughts, as I looked over to find she had stepped away to go and talk to a man in a black tuxedo that was ushering people in.

the man smiled slightly to us. "…Down the hall, four rooms down to the right, in the large banquet room."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, turning back to face me, nodding her head in the newly learned direction. I sighed, and reluctantly followed in step with her.

It wasn't long till I heard her inhale quickly, and speak up once more. "Athrun…? You ready?" "How could I be?" "…Yeah, I guess you have a point." And with this said, we stepped into the room.

The first think I layed my eyes upon, were flowers. Tons of them, at that. Some in weird, unusual colors, that I guess Cagalli had ordered, and that people had brought him, because /I/ personally wouldn't have chosen them, but I do admit they made the room look better then what it would have been bare. There were violets, which oddly matched Kira's eyes near perfectly, Blues, Reds, and whites. And there was a single black flower, which I could tell was from Yzak, because of the single silver ribbon tied upon its stem. I smiled at this, until I found myself looking over.

A redwood casket, with a royal blue velvet-silk lining, inside lying in his permanent bed was the brunette male I had grown to love with all my heart. I stood with wide-eyes at his dead body. He was even paler then the last time I saw him, at the hospital, where he died in my arms. His eyes were closed with a hauntingly peaceful look, and they had put his hands into a praying like formation, that made him look even more angelic then I'd ever seen Kira.

"Kira…" I breathed, feeling the tears swarm into the back of my eyes, slowly making there way to the front, and a single tear rolled down my cheek, and soon enough the rest fell. My heart was thrumming harshly in my chest, and I had to clutch my upper-body to stop me from falling over from severe pain. "Ki…Ki…Kira…" I said deep in the back of my throat, placing my hands tightly on the edge of the casket and peering in. He was surrounded by a few of his precious belongings, which I realized most of them I had given him. My heart clenched tightly once more and I tossed my head forward, sobbing loudly. "Kira…"

My sobs must've drawn everyone's attention, because I couple of people walked over to me, whispering something. But what took me by surprise was when I felt strong and unfamiliar arms tie around me from behind. "…Athrun," Yzak said softly, lifting me up straighter, and immediately, my legs buckled and I fell back into him, crying loudly.

"Shhh…" he murmured, hugging me tight. "Kira wouldn't want to cause you pain, Athrun…" the other male said to me, turning me to face him. It was then I noticed, he too, as well as everyone else around me were either fighting off tears or crying.

"Then why did he go and do that? Why did he go and kill himself! If he didn't want me to cry he should've never left me in the first place." I spoke up, hanging my head once more, resting it on the shoulder of my friend. Yzak didn't say anything, and I was rather glad that he didn't. All I wanted right now was a minute of thought to myself, to reconsider everything of the moment. Through my tearful sobs, I could feel a weird tingle go up my spine. It was eerie, and it cause goose bumps to cover my skin. It was like I was being watched or touched by some invisiable presence, and it caused me to go stiff in Yzak's arms, my eyes wide with worry.

Standing in the doorway, I could've sworn I saw Kira, just a shaddy image, my heart leapt, momentarily forgetting that he was dead, and releasing myself from Yzak's arms.

"Kira!"

A/N; Finally! I've gotten around to finishing this chapter, even though I believe it isn't even close to good work ;; I'll just wait and see what my reviews responses to this are...

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