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The funeral was a few days ago. Though while it wasn’t unusual for Boyer to be rushed in and out of the hospital it’s still weird that he’s actually gone. He was very sick ever since he was a kid, could go from simply getting really ill to falling into a coma for no reason and that’s how he spent most of 8th and 9th grade, stuck in a hospital bed with doctors not knowing if he was ever going to wake up.
It was mostly after he turned 18 that things started getting worse for Boyer, in and out of the hospital every other week and then one day he just stopped answering.
After around three days of getting no answer from Boyer himself but from his parents saying he was doing alright a text from him finally popped up.
It was short and simple.
“Can you come over?”
In less than ten minutes after that was sent Olsen was already at the hospital and on his way to Boyer’s room. He remembers the day like it would have been yesterday. Walking into Boyer’s room and seeing his friend holding back tears before explaining that the doctors told him that he would have less than two years left to live. After sitting, crying and hugging each other for a few minutes they agreed on spending these years doing new things and shit they wouldn’t usually do to make sure that Boyer could at least have a life where he did things instead of sitting in a hospital crying for two years.
Olsen still has the photos of when they were out doing stupid shit up on his wall. Things from going to a Set It Off concert, getting stupid but matching tattoos together and raging at each other while playing Uno. He got photos of it all. He also has still got the shirt from the last time they spent time together, a very simple white t-shirt with lots of things scribbled on it from Boyer in marker.
It’s still hard to process that he’s actually gone, his best friend for what feels like forever no longer with him. He’s happy they decided to spend as much time together when they could but now he’s kind of upset that they couldn’t spend even more.
He shakes and rubs his face, trying to get into a more happy moodset. He’s spent the past few days in his room mourning the loss of his friend so maybe it’s also good to get out and do things, spend time with people he cares about before they also leave. Some coffee wouldn’t hurt, right?
Slipping on his coat and grabbing his phone, he makes his way to the local Starbucks. It was raining not too long ago, the ground still wet and the sky still grey, an early afternoon with a town of empty streets. He checks his phone, a few texts from Blue asking how he’s keeping up, some twitter notifications, nothing really too interesting for right now. He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and looks up only for his eyes to land on, could it be? A guy who looks pretty much identical to Boyer. Olsen has to do a double take but upon closer inspection the guy’s bright blue eyes and chocolate brown hair give him away as not his lost friend.
Olsen continues walking, a bit confused but finally he reaches the Starbucks. Walking in and looking around he spots yet another person that looks like his friend but when he comes closer the similarities go away. What is happening? Is he going insane?
He grabs his coffee and starts walking back home but finds himself stopped outside of a flower shop, staring at one of the bouquets. Boyer would have loved it. With barely any second thought he buys it and instead of heading home he heads to the graveyard.
It’s quiet, the only sounds being heard is the wind whistling in the trees and the sound of Olsen’s footsteps against the gravel path. He walks up to a gravestone. Cameron Boyer’s gravestone. The flowers and letters on it are still here from the day of and the day after the funeral though some ruined from the weather. He takes a deep breath before starting to speak.
“Hey man, the funeral was nearly a week ago now but it’s still hard to understand that you’re gone. I miss you, the guys do too. Today has been strange, apparently all the guys in California look like you from a distance.” He can immediately feel his eyes start tearing up, staring at the grave in silence for a few seconds.
“I- uhm.. I got you some flowers, the only ones people could give you without you complaining about how strong they smell. The guy at the store asked if I wanted a card with it so I could write something but I felt like it would be better and more personal if I came here and talked instead.” He wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his coat, breathing shaky.
“So, I hope you’re listening and even if you aren’t it makes me feel better knowing you might be. I just really have one thing to say and it’s thank you. Thank you for being my best friend for all of these years, sticking up with me when I could barely stick up with myself and even with how much shit you were going through you pushed on and made every second worth it, I admire you for that.” He sniffles, rain around them starting to fall again softly.
“You have been like a brother to me, the best one I could ever ask for. Even the days we would argue over some small thing for hours we still found our way back to start joking about it later. You were the best friend I could ever have asked for and I love you man. I know we said ‘Til death do us part’ but I don’t think I’m quite ready to let go yet. Thank you.” He puts the bouquet down on the grave next to a few others, even if he didn’t get the card he still got a little thing that signed who it was from.
With one final look at the grave he does a quick nod of respect to it before turning around and making his way back home, leaving the place feeling lighter than before as if he had talked about the weight in his chest and someone had actually listened
~~bam the end of this (shitty) sad asf i cried lil fic~~.