A/N Another short drabble because i was feeling really sad and depressed :P let me know
Tony walked in front of the now still crowd of friends and family. Not a single person wasn't affected by the subject of his anguish; a white, shiny coffin.
Tony used to be a happy man, a joker, a friend. Anyone who knew him could see that he had never been happier with Ziva. His Ziva. It was his Ziva that was peacefully engulfed in her everlasting sleep. He watched the priest's lips move, but his ears were clogged by the emptiness of his life without her. And he wondered. He wondered if she knew he would never be happy without her laughter, without hearing her voice.
He didn't try to hide the distraught and hopelessness from his handsome face. As the sun shone on him, he couldn't help but be angry at it. Why was the sun shining? Why were the birds still singing? Why did the world have to continue, unchanged while his whole world was lying alone in a casket?
The sun was bright that day as well. To them, it was a day like any other. If he knew what would have happened, he would have held her tighter when she woke up that morning; but he didn't. They got dressed, like always, and went to work. He was starting to drive away just as Ziva entered the store. Then he heard it. The sound of his life ending before him. He flew out of his car, hoping, praying, that she wasn't in the building yet.
The messy, hazel hair on the back of his neck stood up as a wave of heat reached his enhanced senses. Sirens were blaring all around him. He just stared. The flames were embracing the building.
He ran to the epicenter of the fire but was stopped by the firemen that started to extinguish the massive flames that symbolised his horror.
Fear replaced his blood and was now spreading through his whole body. He needed to get Ziva. He needed to know if miraculously, she could still be alive. He could hear terrified screams from inside the building. The dense tongues of fire made crackling noises against the ashes. His head spun uncontrollably.
He was waiting for the world to turn black, but that moment never came. He fell to his knees, his last sign of vulnerability.
Then the world turned mute.
He couldn't hear anything, but he saw the tears, the burns, the screams. He frantically searched the crowd for signs of Ziva, but she was not there.
A sniff and a sob saved him from his memory. The ceremony had finished, people were now walking over to him, trying to make the healing process better, by letting him know they were there for him. It was then and there he realized that it was over. He knew exactly what the future would hold. He would try to move on, but he would never fully succeed to regain the bliss of a life with Ziva.
He will smile again, but the twinkle in his green eyes would be not be there anymore. People say you don't realize what you have until it's gone. Tony was fully aware that what he had was perfect, and that didn't make it any easier.