Hello.

I don't know what to write here, but anyway... this fic has been on my mind for quite some time. I once again apologize for the stupid title and summary, but titles, summaries and I aren't friends.

I have no idea what will happen, except for the fact that I will follow canon. I think it will be around 10 chapters long? Jeez, I have no idea.

But we'll see. We'll see.

Black coffin.

Black coats.

Black everything.

They were burying her. They were putting her into the ground.

A lot of people were crying that day, but there was one who refused to cry. The little eight year old was standing next to his dad, holding his hand.

He knew what was happening. His mother was dead and since he was eight, he knew what that meant. He knew that his mommy wasn't coming back. Ever.

He felt a squeeze and looked up. His dad was one of the many people who cried. He knew that he should be crying too, but he didn't want to cry. The little eight year old knew better: his mommy wouldn't want him to be sad.

Still, he's sad.

But he's not crying.

Maybe his mommy was looking down from the sky. Maybe she thought that he wasn't sad. That was what he wanted her to think.

The little eight year old didn't pay attention most of the time. He just wanted it to be over. He pretended to listen to that man (also in black) who was speaking, looked around and simply waited for the funeral to be over.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

People were slowly walking away, but his dad was staying. So he was staying too.

"Daddy?"

"She's gone, bud."

"Daddy?"

But his dad let go of his hand, turned around and also walked away. Dumbfounded, the little eight year old stayed behind.

"You comin'?" he heard his dad.

He nodded and quickly whispered "Bye mommy" before running to his dad. His dad extended his hand and he took it. "Are we going home now, daddy?" he asked and his dad slowly nodded. He nodded too. "I want to go home," he confessed and followed his dad to the car.

"Then, we'll go home," his dad once again squeezed his hand, "It's okay. Everything will be okay, right?" The little eight year old just nodded. He didn't believe it, though. His mommy was gone and his daddy is telling him that it will all be okay? That wasn't right.

"Really?" he asked, just to be sure.

"I promise," his dad answered, "For you, I promise it will be okay. Don't you worry, Blaine."

TBC