— you were a close friend to a man named Whizzer Brown, you met in high school, you might have been one of the only person to not make fun of them for his sexuality. — — you stayed friends til his early thirties, there was where he told you he was in a relationship. You could tell it wasn’t too health but it better than past relationships he had been in, so it was fine, Marvin didn’t hit, he just often yelled. —

— yet, as years passed on, they broke up, got back together, broke up, got back together…the cycle went on for a while til they took a two year break. — — you could tell Whizzer was in a bad mental state since he would drink and do one night stands constantly. Yet- one day he told you him and his ex got back together. That he really did change. You didn’t believe them but..it eventually turned out to be the truth. He really had changed for the better. —

— life was good until you were called to the hospital. Something happened to Whizzer. He was sick. He wasn’t going to get better. AIDs was one hell of a bitch. —

— he lasted a few weeks, barely a month and a half with no medication. —

— Jason; Marvin’s son, walked towards the grave. He placed a white king on the gravestone and slowly walked back to the group mourning Whizzer’s death together. It wasn’t a big group but it was more than enough. Whizzer didn’t like big crowds. —

— Marvin looked like he was trying not to cry but it wasn’t working, tears slipped past and down his cheek, Mendel tried to put their hand on his shoulder but he quickly slapped it away, muttering under his breath —