forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

It's really unfortunate.

Yeah

MAYDAY MAYDAY DARREN DELETED HIS ACCOUNT!!!!!

RED DAMN ALERT

I mean, he said he'd be busy until like next year but he also said he'd never just leave us without saying anything. Now I'm sad…

Aww, my birthday-buddy is gone!!! :(

I lost my internet brother :(

Yeah…… :(

DARREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN sobs

I HAVE A REALLY DEPRESSING IDEA

What if we held a funeral service for Ryan, Darren, and Cooper? Since I guess they're dead now. It would be sad and awful and I want it to happen so this doesn't end in a perpetual state of waiting.

…

Just saying.

Or we could just leave it here. Come back to look at the good times and stuff

Right, that works too. Again, just throwing out ideas.

(RIGHT I KNOW WE SAID WE WEREN'T DOING THIS OFFICIALLY BUT I NEED CLOSURE IN MY LIFE SO I DID IT ANYWAY.)
Three. That was the number to describe everything. Three caskets. Three bodies. Three lives taken from their own hand. The sea of black clothing, sad faces, and murmured comforts seemed to surge around the figures stood at the front. Three. Three women. Three hearts broken. Three lovers taken from them. The service went on and each one slowly took their spot behind the podium to say words of remembrance that rang empty in their own ears. We know each one by name but let’s take a closer look at how they’re dealing with this.

(One paragraph at a time because Notebook hates me)
The first up was Belle. The blank look on her face and surprisingly strong tone in her voice were offputting, to say the least. They had no idea. She lost more than a person. She lost her reason to keep going. We all know the story of Beauty and the Beast. We watched it sprout and grow, turning into the love story we all know today. And just like that, it was ended. Her husband, the love of her life, the father of her unborn children. Gone. Getting over Ryan was not an option. While the blankness of her face made it seem like she was just fine, she was empty inside. She wasn’t a person, just a ghost in a stranger’s body. When her husband died, so did her soul. She just hadn’t had the chance to finish off her human shell yet.

Next was Lillian. The loss of Darren had hit her hard. He’d been her rock, her stability. When she needed someone, Darren was always there. And now he was gone. She was a bit more emotional than Belle during her speech and by a bit, I mean on the complete other end of the spectrum. It was hard for her to get through one sentence without sobbing. But could you really blame her? While they didn’t have the relationship of the married couple, they might as well have been. They were the only completely consistent thing we had. They’d been there since the beginning. Whenever everything else was falling apart, we always had Dallian. Guess not anymore.

And lastly was Fleur. She’d been the first to see that the three were gone. While yes, she was the newest member of the group, she’d grown a strong attachment to the older Anderson brother. And just like that, just as soon as she had him, he was gone. And she was emotional. Probably as emotional, if not more emotional, than Lillian. She didn’t have the same past as our other two mourners but she did have love. A true spark that she couldn’t deny. That no one could deny. And now she had to watch the boy she’d just fallen in love with get put into the ground after taking his own life. She was silent with her tears but there were definitely a lot of them. The poor French girl would probably be the first to get over her loss considering she was the newest but it would take a while.

The service went on like a blur. A blur of whispered condolences and sad faces. And then came the burial. The heart-wrenching sight that was just a confirmation that they were gone. Our three boys. Darren, Cooper, and Ryan. We would’ve gotten nowhere without them and now we have to move forward and leave them behind. Buried but not forgotten. Loved and held close to the hearts of both the girls who loved them and the writers that will miss them. As we close this chapter on our lovely School RP, a new one is opened like a scrapbook. Always there to be reread and enjoyed all over again. I hate to say “The End” on our story but for now, I suppose it is. Goodbye to all, I hope you enjoyed these written adventures. I know I did.

The End

(That was would nice.
Btw was my ending too depressing? I was writing stream of consciousness style so I don't know how good it is.)