The Loss || Hollywood Undead || Fanfic || The Mask Of Pain Sequel ||

Chapter Thirty-One: Jimmy Yuma

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Charlie's POV

I slowly watched as Aron got buried. I slowly looked to my left and saw a boy with pinkish hair. He was sitting in the corner and had earphones on. I walked towards him "Aren't you going to see, Aron?"

He shook his head "I rather not. I'll break down."

"I'm J-"

"Jordan. I know who you are."

"You like our band."

"Not exactly. Aron was my band mate."

"Oh." I laughed "Sorry."

"It's fine." He muttered "I'm Jimmy Yuma."

"Nice to meet ya, Jimmy." I shook his hand

He nodded. I grabbed his hand and we walked towards Aron. Jimmy slowly took out a disco mask. He placed it on his grave. "Rest in piece, buddy." He muttered, with tears streaming down his face "I'll never forget you." He watched as the slowly put Aron's coffin in the ground. I felt Jimmy grab my hand and tighten his grip. I can tell they were close. As close as me and Dylan were. 

"He's in a better place now." A guys beside him whispered. He wasn't black, but wasn't white. Brown. He was wearing a shirt that said 9Lives. 

Jimmy backed away and walked off. 

"James!" The guy chased after him, I followed

"I can't do it, Vardan!" He sobbed

I pulled Jimmy into my chest.

"He was my best friend, Jordan." He sobbed into my chest as Vardan watched

"Shhh." I tried to calm him "I know that, Jimmy." 

"We gotta go back." He backed away and sniffled "I gotta give my speech."

I nodded and we walked back

I stood beside Jorel as Jimmy gave a speech

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Jimmy's POV

I unfolded the paper. "Good Afternoon. My name is James Yuma and Aron was my loyal friend, my confidant, my mentor for 8 years. He was more like my older brother. We had many experiences during that time. We laughed, we cried, we fought, and laughed again. I can go on for hours talking about the kind of person he was but, I think many of you here already know. Aron was the friendliest, sweetest, most comprehensive, and humble person I ever met in my life. I have good memories of my friend. In these 8 years of friendship I only remember one fight, and it was over nothing. That day I was here visiting for the weekend, and as you know, Aron was a very punctual person and, I am not. It was a Saturday and we were going to the movies. I was getting ready, taking my precious time. It was two hours before the movie started and Aron was rushing me. I got very angry. I grabbed my things and said "Take me to the airport!" The worst of it is that he took me." I chuckled a bit "When we got to the drop-off zone at the airport I told him that I was joking, and he started to laugh and said to me "Do not play with me, you moron!" And from that day "take me to the airport" became one of our phrases and "moron" one of our "mature" words. 38 days ago my best friend passed away. And he left an empty place in my heart; a place that nobody can fill. June 4 was the saddest and most painful day I've had in my life until now. That day I got the call that my best friend had died. It is a memory that I cannot erase from my mind, neither from my heart. Although I told him lots of time that I loved him dearly, I would give anything to turn back time and tell him that I love him one last time, to tell him that without him my life is not complete, and that he is a very important part of it. People say that time heals all wounds, but today I can tell you that's not true. Till today, I feel the same pain in my heart that I felt that Thursday evening. I know he is closer to me, that there's no more distance or time difference that separates us now. I thank you Aron for those years of friendship that you gave me. Thank you for everything that you did for me. I want you to know my friend, that I love you with all my heart and that I always remember you. You will always be my gordis, my friendly friend." I walked away

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