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Warmness On The Soul
By Reesa Mercy

 


A/n: I don't own or know Avenged Sevenfold. I don't own the song “Valentine's Day” That belongs to Linkin Park.

The rain was just starting to fall. I'd been waiting for it all day, with the black sky and relentless winds. I'm glad that it was raining. Today wasn't meant to be a happy day, even if it was Valentine's Day.

The rain fell on me and masked my tears from everyone. Not that it really mattered, everyone else was crying, too. Jimmy walked over to me and gave me a hug. He was followed closely by Johnny.

“I'm so sorry,” Jimmy whispered. “This was never supposed to happen.”

I looked at him sadly. Before I could say anything, the priest called everybody under the tent.

I walked in and stood next to Zacky. I averted my eyes from the casket in front of me. The casket that shouldn't be there. The casket that was holding somebody it shouldn't.

“We've all been brought here on this sad day to mourn the loss of a dear friend and family member,” the priest started.

The priest went on. I tried to ignore him at all costs. This can't be happening! It has to be a mistake, a dream, something! Why him? Why now? I wanted to scream but my body didn't want to listen to my brain.

“He lived a very short life, but he touched all the people he met. May Brian Haner Jr rest in peace,” the priest concluded, breaking me out of my head.

The priest looked at me with sad eyes. “Matt, would you like to say something?”

Zacky rubbed my arm gently. I nodded and took a deep breath. I stepped forward and started.

“Brian was a great man. He was the best friend and boyfriend that anyone could possibly ask for. He went out of his way to help others. No matter what was going on, he was always there for me,” I said.

I stepped closer to the casket and placed my hand on it. I bit my lip, toying with the metal, and choked back more tears.

“Brian, I love you so much. Nothing will ever change that,” I whispered and kissed the casket lightly.

Turning back to the crowd, I said, “I wrote a song from Brian. I would like to sing it.”

I took another deep breath and started singing. As I sang, the casket started to lower.

“My insides all turned to ash, so slow

And blew away as I collapsed, so cold

A black wind took them away, from sight

And held the darkness over day, that night

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

I used to be my own protection, but not now

Cause my path has lost direction, somehow

A black wind took you away, from sight

And help the darkness over day, that night

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

And the ground below grew colder

As they put you down inside

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

So now you're gone, and I was wrong

I never knew what it was like, to be alone

On a Valentine's Day

I used to be my own protection, but not now

On a Valentine's Day

Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow

On a Valentine's Day

I used to be my own protection, but not now

On a Valentine's Day

Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow.”

A/n: So yeah, I thought of this one last night when I was getting ready for bed. I hope you all like it. Please review! Reviews are love and they inspire me to keep writing. Con-crit is welcome too!

 

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