~*So this is my first update in a while, enjoy! But I'm warning ya, if you cry easily, don't read this! There's a character death that you may not agree with*~
The days were dreary now that is sunlight was gone. All he could see were the gray's of a world he had come to loath with every fiber of his being. His jaw seemed permanently clenched, his forehead in constant scowl. His plain black suit was neatly pressed, an American flag on the lapel.
By all appearances Seeley Booth was a sad angry man. He stared straight forward as if daring the air to do something against his will. His brown eye's avoided the coffin being lowered into the cold dark earth. His world was gone, his soul in tatters.
The friends he had come to know stood by him on one side of the coffin, his family on the other. He glanced at his partner and friend Temperance Brennan who was trying to hide some emotion he bet was sadness. Her face was stuck between blank and a flicker of puckered lips and saddened blue eye's. She shifted uncomfortably, shoving her hands in her black coat pockets.
Standing stoically next to her was Angela Montenegro in the arms of Jack Hodgins. Angela's eye's were red her normally wild hair was tamed by a wool hat. Hodgins hand was wrapped securely around her waist as if she were going to fall if he let go. His blue eyes were blank, his sadness concealed.
Booth glanced to his left at Camille Saroyan, she had been crying recently too. Her eyes just as red as Angela's. She wasn't as good as the others at conceals grief.
Doctor Lance Sweet's stood beside her. He hadn't really known the deceased, but it was still something that saddened him. It sent a chill through his heart causing him to shudder as he stared at the coffin.
Booth faced forward again his gaze falling on the coffin. He imagined the inhabitant would jump up and shout surprise... but no such luck would be afforded. The coffin was small, it's inhabitant smaller. The bouquet of flowers on the lid seemed just as dreary and gray as the rest of the world. Booth's eye's finally came to rest on the tomb stone. It was delicately crafted in the form of an angle boy on his knee's praying. Booth's eye's teared up as he looked at the name,
Parker Edward Booth
Age 8
2002-2010
Booth's jaw tightened again and again, his fists clenching over and over. He would get the bastard who had taken the color from his world. The people at his side would help him in every way they could, and they were the best. Seeley Booth's eyes shone in determination as he stared at the coffin once more.
~*I'm not cold hearted! I had tear's in my eye's while typing this! And it's not over, there's a murder mystery and everything!*~