Over Again

They lowered his casket into the ground, and I looked over at Gracie. I saw that Niall was holding her, and she was crying on his shoulder. I clenched my fists, remembering we were at her brothers funeral.

Caleb John Phelps
Beloved son, brother, friend
January 5, 1998-December 20, 2014
Rest In Peace

I frowned as people started to sulk over to their cars. Hell, I bet half of them barely knew the kid. What I knew just touched the surface, and I knew him since he was born.

i walked over to Liam, and he gave me a reassuring smile, then Niall, Gracie, Harry, and Louis came over to us. We all did a small group hug, arms tucked on shoulders, and then released each other.

Gracie left and walked over to her deceased brother's grave, where the men had just finished shoveling dirt onto the hole in the ground. The soon left, so I went over to Gracie.

"Gracie-" she held up a hand.

"I just want to be alone right now," she says, turning her head to look at me. "I'll be home by dark, go ahead home." Realizing she needed some time to mourn, I gathered the boys, who were looking at all the graves and who died when or who they were.

"What about.." Niall started.

"Just leave her alone," I said through my gritted teeth. He nodded, an we took the car to my house.

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