"...unfortunate event..."
Unfortunate, huh? Oh yes. How unfortunate. Truly tragic, isn't it?
I bet you never got to finish that breakfast your beloved wife prepared for you this morning...
"...noble..."
"...condolences..."
"... will be remembered..."
Remembered? By who? You? I highly doubt it. You'll just go back to your "normal" life after this. You'll do this over and over again. And I bet you'll just go to bed tonight, lie in your bed next to your wife and forget. Or try too.
As for me, I'm trying to forget. Forget it all.
I bet you're regretting your choice of job.
"...forever..."
"...in our hearts..."
Verdant eyes stared mercilessly at the nervous man in front of him.
"Excuse me. T-the sermon is over..."
"Continue."
"Huh, I-?"
"I said continue. I do not remember asking you to stop?"
The middle aged man licked his dry lips anxiously, a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his hooked nose. After clearing his throat noisily, he continued his sentence.
"I'm afraid t-this is all your money c-covers. To ask me to continue my services, there has to be an a-additional fee p-paid in advance..."
His eyes widened as a bunch of notes was violently thrown in the air.
"Here's your bloody money! Now continue the damn thing. Before-"
"I-I understand."
After breathing in a hasty breath, the man proceeded to open the leather book once more...
"Ah. He's gone."
"I should have just said the truth. Said that I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to feel alone. That- or I should have paid him more."
A tall figure slowly knelt down on the damp ground, slim fingers reaching out to trace the engraved letters on the cool stone.
"You're an idiot you know that?" the voice- now filled with humour- whispered.
"Getting yourself killed over a little kid. Whom- I may add- you didn't even know."
"But that's so you." the voice added after some thought.
"I can just imagine you, running into the road; after seeing a troublesome boy chasing after his beloved blue balloon."
"You truly are the greatest fool."
A pause. A glistening tear.
"Misa-chan."
Hey. So here's a short and (not so) sweet one shot. I have read many a story where the tragic blonde had somehow lost his life. Leaving Misaki alone.
I just felt the need to change the roles for once. Sorreh.
