At this point, Wylie had been to so many funerals they were starting to lose all meaning. The Diznees had pulled out all the stops. The usually dreary chapel had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. With velvet drapes on the windows and, flowers decorating a shrine at the front. While the wake was going on in a tent at the back of the cemetery, Wylie slipped away and towards the section of the cemetery that he had nicknamed "The younger zone," it was the where all the children killed recently had been buried.
Wylie looked down at the stone slab in front of him.
Here lies Dexter Allan Diznee
"I'm sorry," he said to the slab in front of him. "I shouldn't have gone back. I should have seen this coming, and told someone. Maybe Fitz is right, maybe it's best if we stop now, while we're ahead. Or not ahead, at this point, I think that we should give up because we failed." he sighed and sat down in front of the grave. Fitz was right. It was getting too dangerous now. They should quit while the remaining people are still alive. "I know that you probably can't hear me right now. You're dead. You're dead and there's nothing I can do about it. You knew just about everything about computers and I never realized how much I really depended on that. I know that this is probably way too late to say that but I guess that you never really know how much someone is impacting your life until their gone. You and Sophie and Keefe were some of the best people I knew and I wish that I could have told you that to your faces."
Wylie looked up when he heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow. Fitz came up and sat down next to him.
"You know that he and Biana were dating?" he asked. Wylie shook his head. "Yeah, they had been dating in secret so they could keep the group dynamic the same. Juline handed me some things that Dex had in his desk when they were going through his room. They were notes that Biana and Dex had been exchanging for a while."
"That was not what I was expecting when you came over here."
"Not gonna lie, they are pretty gross. Like in the sense where they are so cute."
"Like, you and…." he paused, realizing his mistake almost immediately.
"Like me and Sophie?" Fitz asked. "You can say her name in front of me you know. I'm not as fragile as you think. Not anymore. I realized that she probably would have wanted me to be strong and steady."
"I think that she would be really proud of you right now."
"Yeah, and she would have been really happy for Dex and Biana."
"I think that Keefe would have been happy too."
"Yeah, he was always teasing everyone about who he thought they liked."
"The thing is, he was right. I did like Linh and Biana and Dex were dating."
"He might actually be a future, see-er person."
"Do you mean a physic?" he asked.
"Maybe?" he responded skeptically.
They settled into a comfortable silence. Wylie stood up a while later. He didn't know if Fitz noticed but if he did he showed no sign of it. Wylie walked over to the far corner of the small cemetery and followed the worn path to his mother's grave. He had come to his mother's grave at least once a month every month since she had died over ten years ago. Sometimes he brought flowers, other times he would talk to her grave. Telling her about his problems, sometimes just talking plain nonsense. This time though, he just sat at the grave.
He only looked up when he heard some commotion in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from the chapel area. He made his way over the path quickly and arrived to see Fitz on the ground. Or at least it was most likely Fitz, due to the fact that Della was screaming and that Tiergan had to hold her back. Wylie pushed through the crowd to the front and almost gasped at what lied before him. Fitz was being hauled onto a stretcher by two paramedics. They were pressing a wad of cloth to his chest and had an oxygen mask on his face. Fitz's eyes were closed but Wylie guessed that he wasn't sleeping, he was murmuring Sophie's name and something about being together again.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he should be shocked. Or more likely horrified. Linh and Tam had rushed into the hospital and Linh had nearly knocked Wylie over because she was in tears. But Wylie was calm and collected. Maybe it was shock, or maybe it was the fact that he had witnessed the deaths of so many people that death just didn't affect him anymore. It was probably the former.
A doctor walked into his line of sight. The same one that had walked into the operating room when Fitz had been brought into it. He had been in surgery for around two hours now but he wasn't supposed to be done for another two, at least.
"Mrs. Vacker?" he called. Della stood up. Tiergan had to hold her up for the most part but she looked calmer than before. "I am very sorry to inform you that your son, Fitzroy passed away during surgery." With those few words, the calm that Della had put up fell down. She collapsed into one of the stiff waiting room chairs and broke down in sobs. Wylie went over and hugged her but she didn't seem to notice him. Besides the group, Linh said something that he knew was only supposed to be for herself.
"At least their together now."
(A:/N) Allison: Yep, I have a problem. Even though I had planned out all of the deaths months prior to this there's jus
t some sort of feeling that you get when you actually write the scene.
I also realized that I have written so many different funeral scenes. So many. All the funeral scenes. There are no more funerals to be had here, folks. No more they are all right here.
If you can't tell I'm pretty tired so I'm going to go now. See you next update.
-Allison.