🧸| ’he’s not coming back.’

that’s exactly what jack murphy was thinking driving down the road.

his best friend, Finn, was never coming back.

he’s dead. gone. nothing he can do about it.

he still had to process.

just two weeks they were talking about soccer and a new video game- and now finn was dead because of a car crash.

he looked in his rearview mirror.

he looked terrible, his eyes were still puffy and red from crying all morning.

he turned into the funeral home.

he wasn’t going to be able to get through this funeral, especially not knowing he is one of the people carrying his casket.

he walked into the funeral, the gloom already setting in.

he noticed you from across the room staring at the ground.

you were finn’s ex girlfriend, the one involved in the accident.

the survivor.

no one would say it out loud, but he knew that most people wished he was the survivor and not you.

it’s an hour later, and somehow he managed to get through the funeral.

everyone was getting into their respective cars- but he couldn’t leave.

not yet.

he watched as some of the workers finished putting the dirt into the hole.

his best friend. gone. 6 feet under. and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.

he didn’t even notice it had started raining until someone put an umbrella over him.

he looks over just to see you.

you aren’t looking at him, and instead watch them put the last of the dirt on top.

he studies you for a moment before looking back at the grave.

“i hate it. i hate the fact i cant remember a fucking thing from the accident. and i especially hate the fact that he wasn’t the one that survived.” you blurt out, “everyone wanted him to- not me.”

“that’s not true-“ Jack tries to say but you cut him off.

“i don’t need lies right now. all I’ve been hearing is lies.” you say.

he sighs, pulling at his tie.

“you know- autumn wasn’t here.”

autumn was finn’s.. honestly jack never knew.

all he knew is that they were totally in love, and now autumn had lost him.

he couldn’t understand anything anymore.