No words left his lips. Tears fell and sobs were heard at the funeral. To Wes this was normal. He liked to consider himself, optimistic, not heartless. The family around him reacted different to his silent stance. Some glares, some stared, other quietly gave him looks. Overall, he knew that everyone in the family considered him an anchor. Whether that meant, a cold stone statue, or a person that was down to their world that could move on didn’t matter to him. People held onto him physically due to the reassuring embraces that he could present. However, these people didn’t understand how he could not shed a single tear. It wasn’t emotionless to these people, it was emotional strength. Others, thought different.
At this funeral in particular, Wes was to mourn his cousin’s death. Three bullets to the chest. An investigation was still being held as the family mourned. Holding his boyfriend comfortingly at his waist, Wes assured Hal that everything would be fine and the world would work its magic.
Despite the faith that Hal had in his boyfriend, he didn’t understand him fully. Wes was able to cry in emotional times but was not able to present these tears to the forefront in front of an emotional event. This is also why he loved him, In Hal’s eyes, Wes was his rock and to Wes, Hal was his outlet.
After the fourth hour, Wes finally stepped in to assure the last mourner that there would be a resolution. Wes’s cousin’s girlfriend latched onto him as she screamed and yelled in confusion. Why him? What did he ever do? Why wasn’t it me? These were questions were often thoughts of others and to Wes, all he could do was be supportive and waited until she was ready to leave.
Allowing Jane to fight herself into an emotional slumber, Wes took her car keys and laid her in the back of his car. Handing the keys to Hal, he kissed him and looked deep into his eyes. “Follow me, we’re taking her home.”
Understanding, Hal took the wheel of his car while Wes walked to Jane’s sports car. This was the last gift his cousin was physically able to provide with her. He knew how much Jane hated and loved the gift. After all, her boyfriend’s death did take place a week after her birthday. Entering the car, Wes buckled his seatbelt and flashed the lights to gain Hal’s attention. Once Hal has positioned himself behind Wes, he rolled forward.
The music of his Jane’s preference blared. Turning it down to a low hum, Wes sighed as he felt his cousin’s presence. This usually happened after a funeral, considering he was the easiest source to turn to. However, he never spoke first, since the newly detached soul didn’t always understand what was happening.
Sometimes, the soul would take a week to respond. But knowing his cousin, he would catch on quickly. Appearing next to Wes, his cousin looked at his hands in disbelief and reached for the seat belt. Hand passing through, his cousin gripped his hand into a fist.
“It’s one of those days huh…?”” He said to himself then turned to Wes. “Cousin?” He asked in a daze. “Why are you driving my girlfriend’s car?”
For a moment, Wes didn’t respond. He only did this to allow the spirit to be aware that not everyone could hear them. Staring, his cousin reached over to touch Wes’s face. “Can you..?”
“Most can’t.” Wes finally said, setting the cruise control. “But I’m not one of those people.” He said, turning to look at his cousin. Knowing that the tux he was wearing wouldn’t have bullets in through his chest.
“What…?” He asked then looked at the seat belt. “You knew.” He said, looking down at the seat of the car. “How am I not passing through this thing?” He asked.
“It’s all a matter of perspective.” Wes said, keeping his eyes on the road. “You can pass through what you want and you don’t have to pass through other things. It’s a thing you can do now.”
“Does that mean.” His cousin’s voice trailed off. Sudden, he was quiet for a good minute.
“Your died?” Wes asked as his cousin came to.
“Yea…?” He said in a daze.
“The best you can do is describe your killer to me, then I can give an anonymous tip to the police and we can maybe bring your killer to justice.
“No…” His cousin said, surprised that he could cry. “I don’t want to ruin his life.”
Hearing this, Wes sighed. “Whoever he is, ended yours.” Wes replied. “Many people think it’s their fault. Allow the fault to be the person who actually did it.”
His cousin shook his head. “If I told you later, would that be okay?”
“‘Later’ is irrelevant to you now.” Wes pushed. “But whenever you feel you are ready you can come find me.”
His cousin sat in confusion. “How?”
“It’s a thing you’ll learn how to do as a spirit. Think of me as a wifi signal tower. You’ll find me.” Wes smirked at his own joke.
“Casually speaking to your dead cousin doesn’t freak you out?” His cousin asked with a sigh. “I completely understand why you don’t cry at funerals anymore.”
“That’s irrelevant.” Wes smiled. “Your spirit never dies.” He explained. “But there will always be a time off of this world.”
“You mean earth?” His cousin questioned.
“Irrelevant.” Wes smirked.
“You have to be kidding me.” His cousin said wide eyes. Then began to fluctuate. “What’s happening?”! He exclaimed in fear.
“You’ll be attached to your grave until you figure out how to go places and such. It’ll take time but you have a lot of that so don’t worry. We’ll speak again, cousin. I promise.”
Fading out of view, his cousin’s panic vanished. Sighing, Wes turned up the volume of the music and turned on his turning signal. She didn’t live too far from the graveyard which is why he was going to offer her to stay somewhere else or recommend that she stay somewhere else. A change in scene would be the least she could do for herself.
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