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"It never gets better, just easier..." Chuuya sighs, leaning against the grave of Piano man.
"Time doesn't really heal anything..." The dark haired man smiles softly at the boy he all but raised for the 1 year they'd known each other.
"It just helps you forget the way that it hurt.." The adult laughs slightly, it's been years, he should be over it by now, they're in the fucking mafia, people die.
"When it hurt really bad..." Piano man sits next to the youngest, wanting to comfort him but being unable to.
"What didn't kill me never made me stronger." The ginger haired man says, hanging his head, Arahabaki he misses them like they died just yesterday.
"Sometimes it just made me wish it would have!" The blond man floats out of his grave at the younger's voice, blue eyes widening when he sees the leader already by his side.
"'Cause I'm not a fighter!" The living 18-year-old exclaims, hitting the ground in his anger.
"I haven't been for a long time." Lippmann sits on the other side of the only living person in the tiny private graveyard.
"Lying and saying I'm tired when people ask me if I'm alright!" Chuuya laughs falsely, eyes filling with tears.
"The mourning and missing!" The second oldest ghost appears next to the dark haired one, trying to remain stoic.
"And grieving someone that wasn't mine to lose!" He cries, sobbing into his knees as he leans against the gravestone.
"Turned into survivors guilt when I started moving on too!" Iceman goes to pat the young man on his head, cursing when his hand goes through, how he wishes he could hold him again.
"My pain's a testament to how much you meant to me." He continues, voice breaking, hiding his face.
"I know it wouldn't be this hard if it wasn't good grief." The strawberry blond haired ghost leans over the back of the gravestone, almost touching the man's shoulders.
"I hope you all know that I loved you more than anything." He sighs tiredly, looking out over the gravestones of his first true family.
"And it wouldn't hurt this bad if it wasn't good grief!" Albatross wants to cry with him, how he wishes he could be with him.
"No call, no text, no warning!" The 18-year-old exclaims, glaring harshly at his hands.
"No reason as to why!?" A black haired ghost sits in front of him, watching him with eyes full of grief.
"Good God, good grief, good mourning!" He cries clutching at his heart, clenching his teeth.
"You never said goodbye!" Doc begins to smile sadly at his tears, wanting to comfort the crying man.
"No call, no text, no warning!" Chuuya laughs falsely, eyes full of pain.
"I'm still searching for signs!" The ghost's exchange worried looks as their youngest breaks down.
"Good God, good grief, good mourning!" The adult feels like the child he was when they'd all died, weak, helpless, destroyed.
"I'll never say goodbye..!" Albatross tries to comfort the others, but he's close to breaking down himself.
"Good- goodbye..!" He sobs, curling tighter into himself, the ghost's surround their youngest, trying to comfort him.
"My pain's a testament to how much you meant to me..." The ginger man says, his sobs having stopped awhile ago.
"I know it wouldn't be this hard if it wasn't good grief..." He uses his ability to bring over the flowers he'd brought for them. Bouquets of; Anemone, pink and yellow Carnations, Ferns, Forget-me-nots, Rue, Ivy, Gladiolus, Hyacinth, and deep red Roses.
"I hope you know that I loved you more than anything." He sighs tiredly, unaware of the ghost's that surround him.
"I hope you know that I love you more than anything..." The now adult feels like a child again, how he misses the love they'd showered him in. Piano man's unmoving confidence and leadership, Lippmann's soft voice when reading and soft eyes, Doc's headpats and laughing voice, Iceman's hidden smiles and laughs, Albatross' mischief and loving soul, he misses them more than he can ever explain.
"And it wouldn't hurt this bad if it wasn't good grief..." Chuuya breathes out, grief resting heavy in his soul.