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AJ didn't know how long he had been dead. But he knew he was.

He was floating he figured, as he felt like he was moving, yet he didn't move his legs.

It was strange.

It was so dark, and he couldn't see anything.

Then everything turned so bright, and he had to close his eyes.

He tried to open them, but it was still too bright.

He had stopped.

He didn't know why, but he knew that he could open his eyes now, he knew it was safe.

He didn't notice the familiar faces around him, didn't see the smiling faces of his friends.

All he could see was what was right in front of him.

He smiled as brown eyes met blue once again.

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Years flew by, bands came and went.

But no one could forget a band who had been the biggest, the best.

That band was gone now.

And all that was left was graves.

But every week new flowers would appear on those graves.

They may be gone, but they were never forgotten.

Years later Denise would still come to AJ and Nick's grave to find fans there.

The truth about them was out now. Yet it didn't matter.

She would come there to cry. She always cried.

She would see fans cry when they read the ingravings on the stone.

She had written it, and it said everything that needed to be said.

It wasn't poetic, it wasn't perfect, but it came from the heart.

She put her flowers down, and walked home.

She would return soon, they weren't going anywhere.

Here lies a beloved son and his lover.
Lost to the world are their talents, their gifts.
They will forever walk hand in hand accross the sky.
Their love will live forever,
Even though they did not.
To Nick and AJ, be well.
Until we meet again.

 

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