Final Goodbye ⇄ CLARINGTIDE
It had been less than 72 hours since the passing of one Kieran Wilde, and people gathered to say their final goodbyes. It had been less than 24 hours since Hunter encountered the canine on Dalton grounds, and he couldn’t escape the familiarity of him whatsoever. Hunter had sworn to himself that he couldn’t cry, that he wouldn’t shed a tear for the man that died in his arms, but as the days drew closer, his shield fell with out warning,
Hunter had sat at the back of the church, listened as people spoke about Kieran. The elder male was spoken about in nothing but words of kindness. He listened as people recalled their last memory with Kieran, He listened as he recalled his own, the last weeks were filled with broken promises, promises Hunter he himself couldn’t keep, and for the last three days, Hunter had replayed the last words Kieran had said over and over again.
Hunter had sat hoping that it had all been a dream, and perhaps it was. Perhaps he’d wake to find that the last three days were nothing but a nightmare. A nightmare that his own imagination conjured up. When the service ended, Hunter had watched as people descended in all directions, that was when he saw the elder male, Nikolas Wilde, the father of one Kieran Wilde. The man who Kieran himself had admitted to being afraid of. He had made his own sons life a misery, and dared to sit as if he had lost anything.
The following hours were nothing but a blur, Hunter had returned to his apartment, the constant memories of the elder male being there, the blood stained bathroom, pieces of art drawn in his final hours in attempts to distract himself, the sheets Hunter had picked out from Kierans apartment to keep him from complaining about his own. He wanted to get away from it all, he wanted no trace of Kieran lingering in his apartment, and so he packed everything that had been Kierans, and had soon found himself standing outside the elder males apartment.