@ineedofsleep

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Wylan POV
I refuse. 

I refuse to believe Draven's dead.

I refuse to look at his body being carried back to the house by Roman. 

Remus would have done it but he was carrying Evan.  Evan seems to be having some sort of mental breakdown over something stupid.

I was sobbing heavily, shaking.  Wishing more than anything that Corruption hadn't killed Draven. 

Roman gently set Draven's headless body down in the garden.  Rested on a soft black blanket Roman had summoned.  He was laid in the lilies Evan had planted. 

My crying only increased.  I wanted nothing more then to collapse to the ground, fall asleep and stay asleep forever.

Roman then summoned a casket.  My legs started shaking.  I don't want to accept this is real.  I would've wrapped my arms around myself, but I was holding my metal arm in my human hand.

I hate pulling off my metal parts because it takes a while to put myself back together, but I would willingly tear off every metal part of myself to have Draven back.  It's not like it hurts me. 

Emile and Patton moved towards me, obviously in a comforting manner.  Patton tried to hug me while Emile said something to me.  But I couldn't hear it.

I'm probably in shock.  I could see Emile saying something, but I didn't hear anything.  But everything came back into focus when Patton touched my arm.

"Don't fucking touch me!"  I screamed, throwing my metal arm at Patton.  I turned and stormed off, both angry and sad. 

I ran back to the house, slamming the door shut behind me.  I barely made it inside the house a few steps before collapsing.

I started clawing at my chest, digging my fingernails into the edges of my metal heart.  I was crying hard enough that I couldn't see anything past my blurry vision. 

I heard the door open gently and many footsteps.  But I finally got my hand around my heart. 

With more sparking, I grabbed my heart and ripped it from my chest.  It's gears started going faster and the wires moved like tentacles trying to latch back into me.

Without any second through, I chucked my heart to the other side of the room.  Slowly, my my key came to a stop and all at once my metal libs gave out on me.

But I didn't fall asleep.  I was laying on my side, not breathing.  But I could see.  I could see as everyone gathered around me, looking in shock.

I just stared back.  I watched sadly as my heart started vibrating on the floor.  Then it flew back across the room and right back into my chest. 

I took a deep breath and started sobbing again as I felt that damned metal clock heart start me back up. 

I've ripped out my heart plenty of times.  I enjoy the brief feeling of complete numbness.  But that brief blissfulness only lasts a few minutes before my heart comes flying back to me.

"I don't want to talk to any of you,"  I growled, pulling myself back up and stumbling out of the house. 

"Wylan-"  Patton started but someone, my guess Emile, stopped him.  I left the house, doing my best to separate myself from everyone. 

I stumbled back into the garden and collapsed next to Draven's casket.  My arm and head resting on top of it.  The casket was closed, Draven's body inside.

I tend to loose control of my lightning when I get emotional like this.  I could feel the large storm gathering above.  Felt every crackle of lightening in the clouds.

The words started tumbling from my mouth before I could even stop myself.  Draven finally confessed to me and then he died literally minutes later.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god I'm so sorry,"  I cried.  "I'm sorry I wasn't able to save you.  I'm a horrible person.  I'm so stupid for not being able to stand up to him.  And now you're gone.  Please don't leave me, not like this.  I need you.  I'm sorry I couldn't save you but I can't do this alone.  I love you..."

I stared silently at the casket for a while.  A stupid but hopeful part of me expecting the casket to open back up and for Draven to be alive again.

"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh, it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly,

"The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same, oh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na,

"I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't
Oh, I hope you can hear me, 'cause I remember it clearly,

"The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same, oh,

"I've had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why (I keep asking why)
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by,

"Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere, you're not coming back,

"The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same, no
The day you slipped away
Was the day that I found it won't be the same, oh,

"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I miss you..."

~•~

It was raining when we finally all gathered outside to burry Draven.  The sky was dark with bright flashes of lighting reflecting my mood.

We were burying him in the garden under the willow tree sapling.  Roman and Remus worked together to create a gravestone for Draven.  And then digging the grave.

Everyone was wearing black.  It was weird seeing Patton, Evan, Emile and Roman in all black.  It doesn't fit their personalities.

Slowly, one by one, we laid flowers on the casket.  Black roses and white lilies.  I placed the last flower, a beautiful black and blue-grey osiria rose.

When I moved back to my place, I felt Draven's dagger bounce against my human thigh.  Draven had many weapons, but this dagger was his favorite that he always carried with him.

Maybe it's bad luck or something to not bury it with Draven but I want some piece of him to hold on to. 

It was a beautiful sliver bladed dagger with a intricately carved black handle.  On the hilt of it rested a blue sapphire. 

I'm going to cherish this dagger forever.  And hopefully use it to kill Corruption the next time I see him.

That was the last thought I had as Draven was slowly lowered down into his grave.  I tossed the first handful of dirt, cascading down onto the casket.  Sealing both our fates.