Tyler: A Fictional Narrative

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Tyler smiled brighter than I’d ever seen him before, and he hugged me tight and rested his chin on my head. “I love you so much, I can’t even put it into words.” This was surprising because Tyler has always been great with words. “I’d live for you, I’d die for you, I’d even kill for you.” (Do Ya SeE wHaT i DiD tHeRe?) Tyler kissed me, but our little moment was ruined by my phone ringing. I rolled my eyes and answered it.

“Hello?” I said to the moment-ruiner.

“Y/n!” It was Rayna, “where the hell are you? Mom is freaking out!”

Of course she is. The one time I don’t tell her where I am is the one time she actually gives a shit. “I’m at Tyler’s. I’ll be over in a minute.” Just as I went to hang up, she shouted “Wait!”

“Bring him. Make sure
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We sat through the normal, boring, memorial like stuff, but it got interesting once family members starting going up to say a few words. My dad didn’t say much, mainly their successes in sports, and academics and how proud we were of them. My mom went up a blubbering mess. We didn’t understand a single thing she said. Rayna was next, she just told about some family memories with the boys, many of which happened before I was born. When it was my turn, I stood at the front of the large room and looked at the people sitting before me. In front was, of course my immediate family and Tyler because I asked him to sit by me. Scattered throughout I found a few distant relatives, uncles, aunts, cousins, people like that. Then there were family friends, and the rest were strangers. Well, not strangers, I’d met these people before, but they were the type your parents run into at the store, or something. “What is there for me to say? That my brothers were ripped from us unfairly, that no matter how long I wish and pray for them to be back with us, it won’t happen. Yes, we had our differences and our arguments but I would apologize to them for each and every one if we could have them back. But that’s not how it works. You live, then you die. During the time we have we make many decisions, a few good ones, a whole lot of bad ones, but all that really matters is that we hold onto and love who we have. I simply wish I’d realized that before we lost them.” My mom stumbled to her

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