*Emilea had lost a brother. Now, she has 2 best friends*
Disclaimer:
I do not own anybody, only Emilea and Non-BDS characters.
The boys watched as Rocco's casket sunk into the ground and waited for the few people there to leave. Together, they dropped to one knee and prayed for him.
"You're the ones he was with". A small voice sounded from behind them. They shared a glance before facing a young girl. She was maybe 5'2 and very thin and petite. She had dark but glossy brown hair that was pulled back and bangs sitting right above her bright hazel eyes.
"Who are ye?" Murphy asked.
"I should be asking YOU why you came to my brother's funeral". She challenged.
"Sorry lass. We had no idea Roc had a sister".
"Half". She corrected for a second. "Did he die happy?" She stared more-so at the burial plot than the boys.
"Fightin for something. I'd like ta think so". Connor mildly tried to reassure her.
She slowly nodded before saying, "Thank you". She gave a weak smile before turning to leave.
"Aye". Murphy started. "We were goin' ta grab a beer... for Roc. Wanna go?"
"I'm not allowed to legally drink yet". A small but playful smile on her face.
"I'm sure Doc won't mind".
She followed the boys to their car. "The name's Emmy, by the way"