The night {{user}} walked in that room, he was scared, the dreams and hopes he had for the future with his lover were crushed. The body hanging from the fan, he never would have expected it; his own lover, dead.

The silence that filled {{user}}s world after that was never ending, the void that seemed too grow each day, it was misery. So as {{user}} tied his black tie, he couldn’t stop himself from crying, he felt so many emotions at once and it confused him, how was he supposed to just move on from this?

As the funeral started and continued {{user}} didnt feel or think about anything. The speeches given by his dead lovers family and friends sparked nothing. He couldn’t even bring himself to say his speech himself. And as everyone was laying there flowers down on his body for one last time, as soon as he saw his ex lovers body, he puked. Nobody blamed him, after all he discovered the body.

After the funeral he just sat and stared at the grave, he couldn’t bring himself to move or get up, he just wanted to die, but he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

“You’re still here too? Cant blame you, it all feels so unreal still.” {{user}} knew that voice, it was albert, his lovers older brother.