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"There’s also the option of the hardwood caskets Now, they aren’t as strong as these ones, but they are shock-resistant, which is nice They come in different types of hardwoods such as cherry, oak, ash, or walnut Now, my personal favorite is the cherry finish, but that’s justcreep," I muttered under my breath, my mo away from the funeral director "Be nice"

"He has a favorite casket That’s fucking weird," I hissed, irritated with Harold, irritated with one "Can we get this over with?" I coh be filled with s

Come back to me

Mom frowned, but went ahead and handled the details that I wanted to pretend didn’t exist

Harold took us to his office, where he wore his creepy smile and talked about shit that annoyed me as each moment passed "For the tombstones we also offer wreaths for the holiday season, vases for flowers, and blankets for the colderhand onat Harold, but it was too late I was too far gone "Itforith ether "Itjob to offer sad fucks blankets for their loved ones To get them to pour all their money into stupid shit that doesn’t matter because they are in a vulnerable state A blanket? A BLANKET?! They are fucking dead, Harold," I shouted, standing up from the chair "The dead don’t need blankets because they don’t get cold They don’t need wreaths because they don’t celebrate Christmas, and they don’t need flowers because what’s the point?!" I hollered, sla

Mom stood up and reached for me, but I yankedharder and harder to control, and I could feel the wildness that was living withinapart more and more as each second passed

I rushed out of his office and leaned ized to Harold as ainst the wall behind ainst the wall My fingers were turning red, and an to set in

They were gone

They were gone

My mom walked out of the room and stood across froet the blanket?" I asked, sarcastically

"Tristan," she whispered, the heartbreak audible within her soft words

"If you did, you should’ve gotten Charlie a green one, and Jamie purple Those were their favorite colors…" I shookMo to breathe

It was the first day that their deaths felt real The first day I came to the realization that in three days I would have to say oodbye to my world My soul was in flames, and every inch of me felt the burn I shook my head more and more, cupped my hands over one

They were gone