Kendall was in front of his father's grave with his legs against his chest and his head on his knees letting his tears fall freely from his eyes. Whenever he locked himself in his room and cried his dad will unlocked the door with a spare key he made and hug his son offering comfort the best way he can.
"It's okay to cry son," he said when Kendall tried to hide his tears. "You're only human; it's good to let out your emotions it's bad to have them bottled up inside of you."
"But I'm a man now and men don't cry," he said before he bit his bottom lip to keep it from trembling."
He grabbed his son and placed him on his lap, "I cry when I'm sad."
"You do?" he asked, astonished that the bravest man in his life would shed a tear.
He nodded, "yeah because I'm sad, but later I get better and soon realize that there is nothing to cry about when you think about the good in things."
His dad held him close as he cried and a dozen more times whenever he felt sad. Now that he was gone there was no one to tell him that everything was going to be alright or place an arm around his shoulders like his father used to do. He spent most of his time crying alone in his room or with his sister when his dad passed away never feeling better like usually did only an empty hole in his chest.
The blonde felt his phone vibrate for the hundredth time in his pocket and debated whether to answer it or not, he placed it on vibrate the second he stepped foot in the cemetery not wanting to be disturbed and ignored it while he sat in front of his dad's grave.
He sighed when he made his final decision and reached for his phone, he groaned and ran his hand through his hair when he got a dozen of text messages from his mom, sister, and Carlos. Without bothering to look, he deleted all of Jo's messages before he looked at the time and sighed again.
No wonder there were a lot of text messages from his mom, it was nearly eleven; he should have been home hours ago. He gave a glance at the tombstone before he placed his fingers on his lips and kissed it before he placed it on his dad's name before he stood up and began his walk home. The blonde rubbed his arms when he felt the harsh fall wind biting his skin, his dark blue plaid shirt wasn't offering much warmth and he left his sweater at Jo's when she told him to take it off since it was burning hot. He knew she turned the heater on in her house so he could remove his sweater; he smirked when he remembered Jo's disappointed almost angry expression when he decided not to take of his shirt.
When he reached the exit, he gave a glance at the opened gate where the old part of the cemetery was and bit his lip in thought. He could go through and only be at the warmth and comfort of his home in only ten minutes; he turned to the streets before turning back at the old gate.
After a minute of almost painfully biting his lip, he took small steps through the gate before he began to walk in a normal pace. Crossing his arms he made sure to keep his eyes on the cracked and broken stone trail instead of wandering to the deserted and broken graves. He was surprised he was able to see his own breathe in a white puff of smoke and shivered when he felt a sudden drop of temperature. Rubbing his arms again he heard a crunching noise in his pocket and reached down to take out a piece of paper, he unfolded it to see it was his vows that Jo wrote. He frowned and was tempted to roll it into a ball and throw it away without a glance, but he didn't. Instead he looked at the cursive letters and decided to try to memorize it, maybe if he knew it Jo wouldn't be pissed at her and it will be a lot easier to tolerate her.
Plus he wanted a distraction to keep his mind away from the eerie graveyard and the stares from the eroded statues.
"For years I have been watching you from afar and have been dreaming about you every time I go to sleep and thinking about you every waking moment, imaging a life with you and now that our wedding day has come I-I want you to find another guy to marry and leave me alone."
He continued repeating the vows while walking, he never noticed he strayed from the path and began walking over tombs, past dead and bare trees, and a small wooden bridge.
"-now that our wedding day has come I will always love you and I ask you-," Kendall looked around to realize he was in front a low bare tree; there were dead leaves and a thin cover of frost for the upcoming winter. However instead of a creepy tree he pictured himself at the altar with a handsome man instead of Jo, he reached into his pocket and took out the wedding ring Jo got for him to give in their wedding day.
He grabbed the ring and placed it in his palm then straightened his back and pretended he was fixing his 'suit' before he cleared his throat and spoke. "For years I have been watching you from afar and have been dreaming about you every time I go to sleep and thinking about you every waking moment, imaging a life with you and now that our wedding day has come my dream is now becoming a reality and I want to spend every day with you as your husband and now I ask you today to be mine forever."
He got on one knee and placed the ring on a branch that looked a lot like a hand coming out of the ground, but didn't notice. The blonde smiled at his accomplishment, there was a sudden gust of wind and the sound of leaves rustling on the ground along with a cracking sound. Turning his neck he saw nothing out of the ordinary and was about to stand up when he was suddenly pulled to the ground, he gasped at the pain on his side and quickly pulled himself up. He stared wide eyed at the hand like branch hand tightly gripping his wrist, he grunted and pulled with all of his strength until he was suddenly thrown back and landed on the ground with a loud thud. With a groan he leaned on his shoulders and raised his arm to see the same branch from before gripping his wrist.
"Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off," he repeated breathlessly as he frantically waved his arm trying to get rid of the branch, he felt the grip gone and looked over his shoulder to see the branch's tips twitch and move. He scooted back when it moved toward him and looked at it in shock and slightly in fear when he realized it was a skeletal arm.
"What the fu-?" his jaw dropped when he saw the cracking and breaking open as a dark figure rose from the dirt, he craned his neck as the figure stood tall under the moonlight. The figure stepped out of the hole, raised his arm and unclipped the robe he was wearing, Kendall's eyes widened when the robe fell off his body pooling around his feet. The figure was a teen, a brunette with glazed brown eyes the skin surrounding his orbs dark as if they were bruised, a disheveled pompadour hair style, pale white almost blue skin, with a dirtied and torn black suit, it almost seemed brown. What scared Kendall most was hole in his cheek as if it deteriorated showing his gums and teeth and a thick crooked line on his throat.
The mysterious figure looked down, stepped forward, and with a soft almost whisper like voice spoke two words, "I do."
He gasped when he stepped forward again and stretched his arm as if to touch him, the closer the brunette came the farther Kendall moved away, startled he quickly got up from the ground and ran away from him.
The man began going after him, he picked up his arm as it began crawling after the blonde and continued his chase.
Kendall ran, he looked over his shoulder to see if he was still following him, but tripped and slid on the ground, he hissed in pain when he felt his shoulder hit a hard object and turned to see it was a thick gravestone. With shaking arms he sat up and turn to see the teen still walking toward him, he almost fell again for his hasty retreat, but was able to catch himself before he ran again.
The brunette moved gracefully not making a sound on the ground as if he was floating on air like a ghost, making it difficult for Kendall to tell if he was close or not.
He jumped over graves and ducked from low branches, he made sure to make zigzags so it would make the brunette difficult to go after him, he looked over his shoulder again and saw no sign of the mysterious teen and smiled. However it was quickly replaced with a grimace and annoyed grunts when he was caught in a middle of branches, he felt a scratch on his shoulder as he tried to entangle himself from them, with a rough push he was able to get through and continue running.
He ran across the wooden bridge and hid behind a tree, he leaned against it and he peeked from his hiding spot, looking around making sure he was gone, he sighed in relief when the coast was clear and placed a hand on his chest trying to calm his fast beating heart.
After having a few moments of rest he began to walk while rubbing his sore shoulder, he felt a sudden wave of alleviation when he saw the familiar crumbled stone path. He began to speed walk toward it, but froze and felt his heart stop, and his eyes widened in fear when the mysterious brunette suddenly came in front of him, coming out from behind a statue of a wear down angel.
The teen stepped forward, making Kendall step back, they continued this pattern until his breathe hitched when his back hit something hard and turned to see he was against the same tree he was hiding before. He tried to find a way out, but the man placed his hands on his shoulders making Kendall shiver at his touch, it felt like ice was touching his bare skin as if he didn't had his plaid shirt on at all. Looking up he saw the brunette's glossed orbs staring down at him as if piercing his soul and moved closer until their bodies were only an inch apart.
"You may kiss the groom," he said in an ethereal tone before he parted his lips, closed his eyes and leaned forward.
Kendall's own lips parted in shock when his mind processed his words; before he could push him away the teen touched his lips with his in a kiss. He gasped at the ice cold touch and felt his muscles freeze, his shoulders tense and a gust of wind rustling the leaves before everything went black.
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