Remember Me

.epilogue.

"Travis, open the gate."

"No. Last time you were here, you caused problems. Mayor Quinn-"

"I don't give a fuck about Mayor Quinn. Open the gate."

"Open the gate, dickhead."

Cry turns around, seeing Leigh Ann.

"What do I get for this besides getting fired?" Travis asks through the intercom, and the woman smirks and looks up.

"Well, both options I have in mind involve your dick, and if you wanna be a hard ass, you're not gonna like option two."

Cry raises an eyebrow at Leigh Ann, despite her not being able to see it, and a moment later the gate is opening. "Thanks again, Leigh," Cry says. She nods with a smile and walks back to where she came from.

He makes his way down into the 'town' and he walks until he ends up at Russ's stall. Behind it, there's a man Cry hasn't seen before, cooking on a grill.

"Excuse me," Cry calls, getting the man's attention. "I'm looking for Russ," He says when the man turns towards him.

"Is that... Hey! Cry!" A hand claps on his shoulder, startling him. Cry turns and grimaces at the sweaty Russ in front of him. "Hey," He says in return.

"What brings you here?" Russ asks.

He's invited to dinner again, and even asked to stay the night. He refuses and when its quiet, Russ hands him a beer and tells him to spill.

Cry tells him mostly everything that's happened, and Russ doesn't interrupt, letting Cry ramble on and on.

Eventually Cry asks what he came to ask, and Russ says sure, anything for a grieving friend, and he wakes Red up to tell her that he'll be gone until tomorrow.

Russ drives the car wherever Cry wants him to drive the car, and they drive for the longest time in silence. By the time Cry says "Here, this is perfect," its getting close to sunrise.

Russ pulls off the road near an open field full of flowers, and he opens the back of the trunk, grabbing the shovels while Cry grabs the body.

He doesn't comment on anything, instead he helps Cry dig a deep and wide enough hole to fit PewDie in, someone who Russ never got the pleasure of meeting, but bets he would've loved him.

"Can I... I wanna fill the hole by myself," Cry says after they spend a long moment just looking at dead body wrapped in sheets.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be by the car," Russ says quietly, looking around the grassy field full of flowers, mildew sparkling in the sun rise glow. Cry sure knows how to pick the perfect place.

He walks back to the car and sits in it, sighing and wiping the dirt off of his hands.

Meanwhile Cry fills the hole with dirt and makes sure that it nice and neat, he gathers rocks and puts them at the head of the grave, taking a large stick as well to put in between them, marking it. He picks flowers nearby and lays them on the dirt just below the rocks.

A proper grave.

He finally sits down to rest and sighs, the sun rise in front of him, casting pretty oranges and purples and pinks across the sky. "Hi, friend," he says finally after a long while.

"How am I supposed to let you go when I don't want to?" He asks quietly, staring at the way the colors of the sky reflect off of the wet grass around him.

He chuckles for a moment, thinking. "Is it hard to believe that I need you more now than you needed me when we first met?"

That's all he does for a long while, is think. He doesn't think about the fact that Russ is in the car, probably asleep, but instead he thinks about his life and his choices.