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Chapter 96 - Scarlett

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                                                             ●•Scarlett•●

Tyler was dead. As in dead dead.

And the moment I stepped into the hospital, he wasn’t in his bed anymore. Instead, it was nothing but empty, Zach doing his best to collect all of his stuff so that the room he’d been in could be cleaned and emptied for the next patient. That was a bit abusive, sort of.

Tyler had just died. How were people supposed to simply throw him at the morgue as fast as possible, and then act as if it wasn’t something awful? Sure, he hadn’t been one of the best human beings Earth got the chance to accommodate, but there were millions of people a thousand times worse.

He had a tiny part of him that needed special care; a fragile part, a loving one. And, after all, he was a good person. But he was just someone as sick of the world as he could. And, honestly, who could blame him? His lifetime hadn’t been the best, either, and with all he went through, it was only fair he despised the human race.

Because humans are cruel. Humans are capitalist bastards, selfish animals. They don’t bother stepping over someone to get what they want, the consequences of that are not their problem as long as they achieve their goal. And that was something Tyler never did, because despite everything, he never wanted to become an animal.

Obviously he didn’t think that through when he got rid of his frustration on me, but no one is perfect. Better me than some dangerous person in the streets, right?

So, all in all, I was obviously terrible. Not for losing the love of my life, but for losing a partner. I’d lost someone who’d taught me a lot about the world as it is for eight, nearly nine years. Someone who taught me to stand up by myself, but remain unnoticed most part of the time (“because standing up in the crowd nowadays only brings you bad eyes, and it’s too much of a risk”).

I wasn’t expecting people to understand what it felt like losing Tyler, even less would I try to explain why I’d miss him terribly, considering all the things he did to me. But that was the least of my problems: society. That one had judged me throughout my entire life, and with time, I’d learnt to ignore it, too.

The problem, really, was that I had to organize a whole funeral, even if only for ten people, at the maximum, whilst emotionally instable thanks to several other factors. For one, the actual love of my life (I was still not used to the term because sh–t was getting too cheesy) had gone away; not only to a different town, but a different country. And, truth be told, I had no conditions whatsoever to even try to talk and convince him to stay.

For two, I had the pressure of Lana and Angel all over me, telling me constantly to gather everything in Tyler’s house I could, sell it all, and stay with them definitively. And as pathetic as it sounded, it was still a huge weight, because they couldn’t understand I didn’t need any of that at the moment. I needed time to think, to stay on my own, and it never seemed to happen.

For three, I had Leroy laughing, beaming in relief, showing up from time to time upon the premise of checking on me, when all he really did was spend hours and more hours criticizing Tyler in front of me, as if to convince me his death was the best that could’ve happened to my life. Also, he mentioned Harry here and there, rubbing it right at my face that I’d let gold slip out of my hands.