Daughter of Kellin Quinn

*Copeland’s POV* 10 years later

I slowly walked out of the car and headed my way towards the old tombstone. I dropped to my knees and stared at the epitaph engravings. A tear escaped my eye and I let it fall.

“Happy birthday, Tony,” I chocked, tilting my head forward. “It’s been too long. I miss you.” I swirled my fingers around his name. “I know I haven’t visited you since your funeral. I just couldn’t handle your death. I was still so young. I’ve been so damn busy with things. I got married 3 years go. It’s been great.” I sniffled and continued. “Don’t worry. He’s nothing like Bryan. And speaking of him, he’s in jail for life. He was the one who hurt you. I thought he was a good guy but I was wrong. Turns out, he did lots of drugs and he was fucked up in the head. I was there for his trial and so was Mike, Vic, and Jaime. So he’s history.”

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You ok, boo?”

I turned my head. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I forcefully rotated my head back to Tony’s grave. “Tony, this is my husband, Sage. I’m very happy with him.” I turned around and motioned my finger towards the little girl hiding behind Sage’s leg. “Come here, baby.” Sh slowly twisted her little body from behind daddy’s leg and sat in my lap. “This is my daughter, Lilia. I tell her about you all the time and she smiles. She wants to be a signer just like her grandpa, Kellin.” Another tear left my eye. I felt a little nudge push my arm.

“Mommy, don’t cwy. You be ok,” Lilia’s high voice sprouted. “Hi, mister. I’m Lilia. Two years old. Mommy miss you.”

“I’ll wait in the car,” I heard a deeper voice say. Sage kissed my cheek and walked off to the car.

I kissed Lilia on the cheek and told her I’m alright.

I just miss him so much. If it wasn’t or that jackass, he would still be alive and well. He could be producing music or playing some notes for Lilia. She would love that.

“The band hasn’t been the same without you. Mike and Vic live together but Jaime doesn’t stay with them anymore. Which pretty much means Pierce the Veil is history. Vic still sings and plays his acoustic guitar all the time. Sometimes he does his own shows at small venues and he mentions you at every single show. It’s amazing. Jaime got married to Jessica. Remember her? That’s why he doesn’t live with the Fuentes’ anymore. He doesn’t play bass anymore either. He has given it up to start a family.”

“Mommy, I wanna see unkul Hime! Pwease pwease pwetty pwease?!” she tugged a my arm until I answered her. I assured her we would but only for a little. I pushed her little butt over my lap.

“You wanna go sit with daddy? Momma wants to sit alone for now.” She got up from the grass and skipped to the car.

“Mike isn’t with Frenchi anymore. She cheated on him. He was planning on purposing to her a year ago but people change. She was really needy. He caught her sleeping with some random guy at a bar. Talk about downgrade, I’m just saying he was an ugly fucker. So he decided to leave her. He still loves playing the drums but he’s leaning towards his rap career. Point is, I really freaking miss you. I wish you were here. I love you so much and happy birthday again. You’d be 55 today and it sucks that you couldn’t live to see it.”

I stood up and leaned against my arms against the hard stone. “And my dad is doing great as well. Anthem Made is still going strong and I’m surprised it still is. Old fans and new fans really stay dedicated and that’s amazing.” I placed the flowers I had for him in the dirt section next to his grave.

I turned around to make sure Sage and Lilia were ok waiting. I kissed the stone and walked away.

I reached the car and hopped in. Sage dug the keys into the ignition and we drove off.

“Mommy mommy!” a little voice screeched. “Unkul Hime’s house now?” she asked. She picked the uncle thing from me even though they aren’t her uncles.

I faced her and replied, “Yeah, baby. Uncle Jaime’s.”

“Yay!” she cheered and clapped.

As we drove to Jaime’s place, I thought about all the good times I had with Tony. I thought to myself…Good-bye Caesar Antonio Soto Perry. I‘ll see you in another life. Hopefully, a better one.