...thing was done and I was free from it.


    Where My Demons Lie


    I watched as the casket was lowered with a whimpering breath, lowering the hat on my head to cover my eyes.


    Mom was next to me, letting ber tears out without holding back. As much as it hurt for me, it had hurt my mother more.


    I laid my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my chest. She did object and grabbed my shirt and sobbed.


    She sobbed and sobbed until there was nothing to left.


    "You were just like him, you know. He always had a smile on his face. Even when times were tough, he kept his smile." She said between sniffs, wiping her eyes from the tears.


    "I know, I was there." I retorted.


    She giggled a little, lifting my heart a little. I hated seeing her like this.


    "You''re definitely his son. If you can make a joke about his funeral than I fear who you marry. I don''t think they will able to handle you."


    "Your right about that but that won''t be the reason."


    It took her a second to realize, she hit me in the arm but there was no force behind it "Pervert. Disgusting Pervert."


    I laughed, Mom, joining in soon after.


    I don''t think she was laughing at the joke.


    Where my Demons Lie


    For fucks- Calm down.


    Where My Demons Lie