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This is kinda confusing so i think ill add context
First guy Jin is like…idk Jin is his stage name Ayumu is his real name i guess
For the other guy, Hana is his stage name and Tsubaki is his real name.
He cries, the tears that have never left his eyes for years. The pale form of Hana lays there, unmoving. For a split second, Jin could still see Hana’s shining eyes, his blinding smile, him playing his drums. Now, Hana’s eyes are shut, his body unmoving. There is no familiar rise and fall of his chest that Jin used to wake up to. Jin reaches for Hana’s hand and grips it weakly. Hana’s body is stiff and cold, lacking the life and warmth it once had. Jin rubs circles onto Hana’s calloused palm slowly and soothingly, in the way that he knew would calm Hana down when he was panicking.
Jin glances to Hana’s face, half expecting to be met with a warm smile. There is no said warm smile, of course. That’s right, Hana is dead, Jin reminds himself.
It’s the third day of the funeral. Jin couldn’t bring himself to go for the past two days. He knows his best friend would want him there for at least a day. Just a day. He takes a shower—the first one he’s had in two days, actually. He makes himself look presentable enough. He wears a plain black shirt and long pants, with a large grey jacket. Hana’s jacket. Jin found it in inside his closet. He wonders if Hana had left it from the last time he visited.
Hana-no, Tsubaki wont ever be able to visit again.
He pushes the thought to the back of his head. He doesn’t want to think about that right now.
Jin arrives at the funeral. “Jin is here…” he hears someone whisper. He looks up and sees a couple of eyes on him. Can’t people learn to keep their eyes to themselves and not stare? He picks up the incense sticks and places the tips to the candle, igniting it. He places it on the altar. He remembers how Hana looked when he found him laying there, dead. He doesnt want to think about it, lest he break down on the spot. He looks at the picture of him, framed up in front of the altar.
Ayumu doesnt want to believe he’s lost Hana. His Hana. His Tsubaki.
From somewhere across the room, he hears a priest chanting in front of some people sitting on a mat.
Ayumu thins he might faint.