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He slept through most days and today was no different, if only his mom would realise that. She knocked on his door and waited for a response, but realised he wasn't going to give one.
He laid under his covers, trying so hard to go back to sleep even if his body's had enough. Joyce entered quietly, making her way to his bed and sitting on the edge.
"Hey," Her voice was quiet, like it'd break if she spoke any louder. She gently rubbed her hand on his side "Are you gonna get ready?"
Will stayed silent for a moment, wondering if he even had the energy to be curious. He found that he did.
"For what?" His voice was hoarse from disuse and weak from grief.
Joyce was silent for a moment, trying to collect herself.
"Her funeral" she responded, voice cracking on the last word.
'...fuck.'
Will forgot they were having one. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay in bed, he wanted to cry for a sister that couldn't save him again. Wanted to rot away until he was as dead as she is.
'Don't be selfish,' He told himself.
'She'd want you to be there'
He sighed and gathered himself before answering his mother.
"Yeah," he swallowed, choking back tears "Yeah, I'll be out in a couple of minutes"
"Take your time." Joyce said, smiling gently before leaving the room.
He laid down for a few more seconds before forcing himself to get up and change. His mom left behind the suit he was supposed to wear so he just changed into it.
Once he finished changing, he started to look for socks to wear with his shoes. He found one sock but the pair was missing, he looked all over the room but couldn't find it. He decided to check behind the bed and low-and-behold, there it was.
Next to a black hair tie.
'Oh...'
Echoes of chatting and laughter filled Will's mind as he remembered a different time. A happier one, filled with joy and excitement instead sorrow and emptiness.
'It's her hair tie'
The thought kept repeating in his head until the words didn't sound like words, his vision blurred and his heart ached
'It's her hair tie, it's her hair tie, It's her hair tie It's her hair tie, It's her hair tie, It's her hair tie, It'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtieIt'sherhairtie
It's hers'
He gasped for air, desperately reaching for that simple black hair tie. He squeezed it, feeling it in his hands, assuring himself that he has it. He broke with sobs that racked his entire body, hiccuping as he tried to get air into his lungs and his face a blotchy red that he didn't care for because he found her hair tie.
'And i can't give back.'