I understand why you always seemed so serious you lost everything you loved, you parents your uncle. I had no idea that you hurt so badly. The emptiness and pain you feel when the only person you have ever truly loved is snatched from your grasp. You know that they are gone and will never come back no matter how hard you wish, no matter how much you loved them, they will never be there again…And as time goes on, his smile, his face, everything begins to fade, till all you're left with is bitter sadness. Raw emotion fills your every waking thought and action, takes over your soul, your very being. You can no longer love, only hate, and sadness is your fuel, and you know that they will always be there with you, even though he's not.
Jack Starbright picked up the black suit hanging on the door, her eyes were red raw and had dark bags under them, a stark reminder of the sleepless nights she had spent crying. A week ago she would have hummed as she got dressed but at the moment Jack wasn't in the mood for humming, to her it felt like he never would be again. Instead, she stood stock-still her eyes glazed over, she wasn't thinking about anything, that hurt too much, she just didn't have anything to do. A car horn pulled her from her nothingness. She climbed into the taxi. "Where to?" Asked the driver, his rough London accentgrating as he spoke. "The cemetery" Jack's voice was hoarse but the cab driver didn't notice that or the tears just squeezing out of the corner of her eyes, he was concentrating on weaving through the weekday traffic.
Jack stood at the side of the grave watching as the coffin was lowered. There were only four other people there, the priest in his robes, a women busy sucking on a peppermint and a neat gentleman dressed in a pin stripe suit, The man looked more as if he was a manager of a bank than someone at a funeral. The final mourner was a young girl, probably around 14. Jack knew her as Sabina Pleasure, Alex had gone on holiday with her and her family once. She thought back to the man and women in suits: although Jack had never seen the two official looking people before she had a good idea who they were and a surge of anger rushed through her. They were responsible for his! The gold plate on top of the coffin glinted in the sun. Jack read the words even though she knew what they said.
Alex Rider.
He was loved by many.
May he rest in peace.
Now the tears flowed freely, making tracks down her cheeks, had she told Alex how much she loved him. Did he know? How she wished that she could have held his hand, kissed his forehead, said goodbye to him properly. There was no chance of that now. He was gone!
"We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life" The priest's words washed over her. She was drowning in them. She didn't want to let him go! There was a thud as the first handful of soil was thrown into the grave. Jack could stand it no longer, she began to run. Nowhere in particular. Just running, anywhere as long as it was somewhere without pain!
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Alex sat in his hotel room, thinking. Right now Jack would be at his funeral, mourning for him. Mourning for someone that wasn't dead. Alex hated dong this to her but Mrs Jones had told him that it was for the best.