Wicked Little Town

WARNING: Character Death

Brian watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He couldn't believe he was gone. He expected him to live a long life, not die in a car crash. He stayed behind as the other's headed to their cars. He never heard Michael's approach.

"Brian, he made this a while ago. When he first started doing them. He asked me to give it to you in case this ever happened." Michael managed to get out, handing Brian a vanilla envelope.

Brian silently took it and headed towards his jeep. He sat back and opened it up, pulling out the last sketch he'd ever see those talented fingers create. It was of Brian alone, standing under the same street lamp he met Justin under wearing the same clothes he wore that night. The expression on Brian's face in the sketch was sad and lost. He read the words under the sketch.

"So when you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town. Good-bye wicked little town."

Brian smiled sadly and slipped the sketch back in and looked once more towards the grave under the willow overlooking the pond. The headstone was of an angel with her head turned up towards the heavens.

"I love you, Baby. See you in my dreams." Brian whispered to Justin's grave before driving away.

The grave simply read:

November 2nd, 1977 to February 14th, 2003

Beloved Son, Brother, and Lover

Forever Will He Be Our Only Sunshine

FIN

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