Written by: Rose
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Justin sat out on the porch, gazing up at the stars. He waited for his brother to come home patiently. Tears streamed down his childlike face as he ran his hands through his blonde, unruly curls. Silent sobs and coughing shook his body violently, but he didn’t care. It was as if he had lost all feeling since. Brian had called earlier and told him of the horrifying news. He grabbed a sheet of paper that was on the small table beside him and began to make an origami astronaut, as she would have done to relieve her stress if she was here. He felt a hand upon his shoulder and turned to see his brother Nick, his sapphire eyes staring into his own.
“I can’t believe she’s gone.” He told Nick, choking down his tears.
“I know Rose was so happy with her life. She didn’t deserve this.” He embraced Justin tightly as they began to pace about the balcony.
They had been close since the day they were born. Fraternal Triplets, they were all with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had been so filled with happiness, her dreams finally coming true and now she was gone. Gone because a damn drunk driver crashed into her car, killing her instantly. Both brothers thought of their sister. Rose, her curly blonde locks always swirling about her face and bright ocean eyes always sparkling with joy. Her gentle laughter that made everyone smile. Her playful rants to Nick and Justin about they way they dressed, always saying, “Color Coordinating is a privilege, not a right.” How she dreamed of becoming a published writer and was on the verge of becoming one, but now never would. How she would go to the lost and found to take the craziest things like orange mascara and wear it for the world to see back when they were in high school.
“Yeah,” Nick stated thinking the same as his brother, “She was one of a kind.”
“Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.” Justin groaned, thinking of the funeral, “Ow my stomach hurts. I think I’m gonna hurl.” He held his stomach in pain. Nick went over to him to make sure he was okay.
“You do look kinda green. But if you do, could you please do that in the bathroom? I feel sick enough as it is.”
But in a moment that feeling passed and he stopped holding his stomach and nodded. “You know Rose wouldn’t want us to be like this.”
Nick should his head in agreement. “She would want us to go to the beach and try to surf away our problems like we used to.” He held the locket that he had found in her room in his hands. He smiled, looking at the picture of the three of them at age 14 laughing and hugging in side the delicate gold locket.
“We should sing for her Nick. You know that song we wrote together for mom when we were 16. For Rose.” They had written the song for their mother after she had died of cancer. Neither Nick nor Justin pictured singing it now, for this purpose. Yet, it seemed right somehow. As if they had written it, knowing this would happen some day.
“At the funeral?”
“No, Rose wouldn’t want a show, here, now.”
Nick nodded, and both began to sing the triplet’s song one last time.
Show me the meaning of being lonely
So many words for the broken heart,
It’s hard to see in a crimson love,
So hard to breathe, walk with me, and baby,
Nights of light so soon become,
Wild and free, I can feel the sun,
You every wish will soon be done they tell me,
Show me the meaning of being lonely,
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why, I can’t be there where you are?
There’s something missing in my heart.
Life goes on, as it never ends,
Eyes of stone observe the trend,
They never say, forever gazing for ye.
Guilty roads to an endless love,
There’s no control, are you with me now?
Your every wish, will be done they tell me.
Show me the meaning of being lonely,
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why, I can’t be there where you are?
There’s something missing in my heart.
There’s nowhere to run,
I have no place to go,
Surrender my heart, body, and soul,
How can be you’re asking me to feel, things you’ve never shown?
You are missing in my heart,
Tell me why can’t I be where you are?
Show me the meaning of being lonely,
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why, I can’t be there where you are?
There’s something missing in my heart.
Show me the meaning of being lonely,
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why, I can’t be there where you are?
There’s something missing in my heart.
As their voices echoed in the dark night, a shooting star blazed across the dark velvet sky. The both smiled for Rose had loved shooting stars. They watched the stars twinkle softly, and knew that wherever Rose was now she was happy. Both were forever grateful that, knowing one day, they would all be together once again.
THE END
*Lyrics used: ”Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely” by the Backstreet Boys*