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A/N: The video is Clear’s Jellyfish Song but the music box version. It’s sad but beautiful. It describes the chapter as well. There is/a lot(s) of intense themes in this chapter. If you are highly sensitive to this, I suggest you move to the next or back to the remaining or new chapter. Love you guys. Thanks for reading my story and enjoy.
*TIME SKIP: 2 years later.*
Reece’s POV~
Kent walks with me as I sigh, entering the graveyard. “Kent. Do I have to do this?” Kent nudges me with a sigh. “Don’t act crude.”
Today is Clara’s funeral.
Clara was with her friends when she died.
She died of drug overdose. Luckily, her friend came over and found her. But by the time she got there, Clara was dead. A bottle of sleeping pills that was once full down to one more pill.
One last pill… It was weird of her. Did she want others to know about her death?
The funeral was being hosted today. August 8th, 2015. The date of my sister’s death. I was the first to be informed along with my mom and dad. When I heard about it, it struck me. The memories…
Hazuki-kun! Hazuki-kun! Wake up, you baka!!
Oi, five more minutes…
Fine then! I’ll be eating your pancakes Mama made!
Don’t you dare!!
That was back when we were kids.
Now we’re in the present and I’m standing in front of her grave.
I had came late, the sun resting on the horizon. It was the first time I looked up into the sky and thought it was beautiful. The orangish-red hue in the sky looked vibrant and colorful for once. I always thought of the sky as ugly.
Now, it was beautiful…
“Is this what the afterlife is? Seeing everything as beautiful..?” I asked aloud unintentionally as Kent looked down to me in surprise.
“What kind of twisted thought is that, sir…?” I chuckled lightly. I could sense the sadness in Kent’s voice. Perhaps he had liked her.
Everyone liked Clara.
She was beautiful yet I wouldn’t say it out loud. She was bitchy but she had a nice side when it came to her friends.
“Clara looked like a delicate flower..” I looked up in surprise to Kent who was staring down at the picture placed on her grave. It was her when she used to play piano.
Her hair flowed down slightly below her shoulders and she had on a long, white dress that trailed down to her feet. Her fingers were on the keys in mid-play and she looked focused on her performance. She was 16 then.
Now she’s here, dead.
I always fought and argued with her. Yelling for her to get out of my life or to die in a ditch.
I never meant for you to actually die, Clara….
Small drops fell onto my cheeks and I hurriedly brushed them away. Was it raining? The dew from the trees? No.
I was crying.
But how?
“Reece. My, are you crying?” I flinched at the sudden question and snorted. “No. Don’t assume such silly accusations.” I quipped, crossing my arms.
I looked up again to see him grin at Clara’s picture in sadness with a soft, somber sigh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small locket.
“I’ve been meaning to give this to her for a while. I may not have met Clara..” he stopped hesitantly, “..but she seemed like a beautiful, wonderful person.” Kent finished, placing the locket down next to the picture.
I watched as he moved past me blankly with a light sniff. My eyes shifted back to the locket as I kneeled down, scooping up the necklace. I pressed it open with a soft ‘click’.
What I saw was something I never thought I would see again.
A picture of Clara and I when we were little.
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