What Once Was

Can we just talk about this for a second?

Sometime ago an asshole made a post about how Lars should have died instead of Cliff. Yeah, it was super fucked up of this person, not only for thinkng you could talk like that about someone else- but because calling itself a true fan for loving Cliff and hating Lars when Metallica was about to die the moment Cliff left.

And who kept the other two, James and Kirk, who were emotionally broken and complete lost bullets after Cliff’s death, calm? Who took care of them? It was Lars. He was just as broken as them- but he tried to compose himslf and make sure the other two were okay.

He’s the one who moved heaven and earth for them, for Cliff, for Metallica. He didn’t want Cliff’s, James and Kir’s and his own dreams to die right there, so he kept going on, always with Cliff in the band with them, always.

James himself said it, he wouldn’t be where he was if it wasn’t because of Lars. None of them would.

This is probably one of the few pictures that would show Lars in weakness during that time. 

Lars and Cliff were drifting away as friends before the last gigs they ever did as a band. Cliff was closer to James and Kirk than he was to Lars. 

Before and around the last gig in Stockholm, they began to rekindle their friendship. 

They were the last two people on the bus.

As a band, they watched a movie together, before drawing cards.

They were the last two people asleep. 

Lars fell asleep last. 

Lars ran out first.

Lars ran back. 

Lars found Cliff last.

While James walked off in a rage to find the black ice and Kirk cried in hysterics, Lars sat in the snow, in his underwear, staring at Cliff’s legs, until the ambulance arrived.

Lars and James sat in the same room when the doctor came in to tell them Cliff passed.

And the words Lars said to the doctor, when the doctor said, “your friend didn’t make it”—

“He’s not our friend. He’s our brother.”