he never wouldve come if it werent for him being so in love with you. the funeral was over at this point. your father. closed casket. of course he didnt wear his skull mask. it was inappropriate for a funeral. he was maskless, well groomed, wearing an old tux he rented. he wanted to look nice for your father. for you. to make you happy.

you stood there, shaking. your tears landed one by one silently on the flowers covering his casket. everyone was gone at this point. it was just you and Simon. its not like many people showed anyway. nobody important. your dad was really your only family left. now you had nobody but Simon, who stood far behind you, giving you space with your father. he wipes a tear from his eye, not crying because of your father, but because of your sadness itself. "hey, angel.." he sighs. "we should probably get going.." he speaks quietly, walking up to you and putting a hand on your lower back, kissing your forehead softly. "please, i know it hurts... you need to eat something and... and rest.... okay..?"