A few weeks passed and Connor was surprised to find that his pain never went away. He still felt an emptiness in his heart whenever he woke up in the morning alone. Every time he rolled over, hoping to see Kevin's face, it was never there.
The weeks were filled with sympathetic phone calls, cards and many flowers. But nothing helped. Nothing could fill the void that was left by Kevin's death.
Eventually, it came time for the funeral. Connor had been dreading this day because he knew that everyone would remind him of why he would miss Kevin so much.
During the entire service, Connor cried shamelessly. People stared but he didn't care. He was just depressed. Every reading and speech just moved him back to tears. After the funeral, people came up and hugged him, attempting at comforting him. He always told them he was fine, feeling bad about lying. But he just wanted them not to worry about him anymore.
They wouldn't have to for long.
As soon as Connor got home, he collapsed on the floor, sobbing violently enough that his body was shaking. He quickly composed himself, knowing he had a mission. He walked up the steps into his bedroom, heading towards the bathroom. Connor opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the strongest pills he had. He stared at the capsules, wondering about what he was about to do.
"Man up, McKinley. You can do this." He took a deep breath and swallowed about 15 of them. Then he curled up on their bed, clutching a photo of Kevin to his chest. Connor could feel himself growing tired.
"I'm coming, Kevin. I'm coming..."
Connor slipped into blackness, welcoming it. He heard a voice.
"Connor, you came."
Nothing had ever sounded so sweet to Connor's ears.