Loss
Disclaimer:
Jag and its characters don't belong to me but to DPB. But still, this story is mine.
A/N:
This story's shorter than 100 words, was my first try in writing something like this so be gentle. Please review.
She had heard the news about his accident and hadn't said a word. She has waited for him to arrive without feeling anything.
She had arrived at his funeral being cheerfully. She had listened to the preach not understanding it.
Now she followed his friends outside, ignoring Bud's remarks. She heard the shoots, flinching slightly. She watched the 'lost man' formation, watched his coffin being lowered into the grave, her face remaining emotionless.
She threw a rose down, leaving without tears. She saw the tomcats leaving, the previous 'lost man' with them – then a tear ran down her cheek…