It's safe to say I enjoy roaming amongst funerals, for the plain fact that I am constantly invited to such events. Today marked three months death of Daniel Hargreeves, a local scientist who lived in an alley off Clifton, New Jersey. He was a kind man, with bright intentions of changing the world as we know it with his little ideas. If I said I knew him personally, I would be lying. Frankly, I never met him. But, in Jersey, everyone is known to know everyone, so I accepted.

The funeral home was dark and low maintenance; the walls had paint peeling and crumbling, the floors were simply dirt with a teal tile here and there, and the curtains were swarmed with cobwebs and dust. What a lovely place to hold a funeral...

My frown had adjusted into a faint smile as I stood by the podium, a few meters from the grave. I searched through the crowd and noticed all were strangers. For some strange reason, strangers always invited me to funerals. It made me wonder how I appeared to others.

" I never knew him very well," I lecture, using simple hand movements. " But he had a great smile, and a high spirit. He didn't let anything stop him, and he followed his dreams. Sir Daniel Hargreeves had lived his life with full potential, and enlightened everyone whom he met. As an unstoppable man, and a word to all of us; living and dead on earth. May death never stop you." The applause was enormous, and so was my grin.

I stepped off the podium, and was greeted by many. A couple speeches commenced, and they were the usual 'he was cool' and 'he was nice' kind of speeches. The last speech caught my attention, and so did the speaker.

" I don't have words to describe how much he meant to me. H-he was just..." the speaker silenced and started tearing up. Droplets of tears sounded unto the microphone as he attempted to catch his breath. " I'm s-sorry, I-I've never done a speech b-before. The only thing I can say is that...I-I love him."

The speaker came down, wiping his cheeks down with the back of his hands. I examined him slowly, and I realized I knew this person. He was the teenager that I had ran into the street three months ago. I approached him with a spare handkerchief and a sympathetic smile.

How’s it going, kiddo?"

He glared at me as if I held a gun to his throat, which sent a shiver down my spine. I raised a brow in confusion. "Are you okay?"

He sighed deeply. "Bad question to ask at a funeral."

"I'm asking because I care," I reply. " I heard your speech to Hargreeves."

"I know, it was fucking stupid," he hissed. "No need to remind me."

"It was fucking beautiful."

He sniffed. "R-really?"

"Tears are the words the heart can't express," I mentioned.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned. " We should get going our separate ways.”

I bit my lip. "Wait!"

He turned to me. "Yeah?"

"L-let's watch a movie at my place!" I blurt out unintentionally.

"Uh..."

"Come on, it'll be a blast!"

He shrugged. "Kay."

Well, that was unexpected. I drive with the teen in my car, wondering what plans I could arrange.

Notes

new chapter!!! c: