What was that book called again?
Oh yeah.
The Great Gatsby.
That's what it felt like to Len, standing out here in the rain as people beyond the graveyard drove home in a rush to get out of what he felt content to stand in.
But maybe content wasn't the right word to describe what the blond felt.
Betrayed, alone, angry, confused – simply in utter disbelief. Though if anyone passed by the funeral on this dark, rainy afternoon, they wouldn't see a trace of any of those emotions. Len looked indifferent; there because some relative had sent him to pay respects to the whole god damn family because no one really cared.
But that wasn't it. Len cared.
Bangs soaked by the rain from above, they drooped, hiding his eyes from everyone, everything. Even the rain itself that would blend with his tears once he was sure no one was around, wanting to either collapse and hug onto the gravestone or kick the coffin the body lied in, making it tumble to the ground or the hole they'd eventually bury it in.
Someone must have hated him. He was sure of it. Whoever ran all of this wanted to either test him or torture him. Maybe a little of both. Well, fine. If they hated him, he hated them, too. And thanks to 'them,' that coffin was getting incredibly hard to look at – not that it wasn't hard to look at already.
He needed a break. A stop to all this crap. Maybe he could quit and hightail it out of here.
But what he really wanted was to go home. To go home to the people he hoped cared, who had been there, and cry.
But he wouldn't make it there before then. Len tilted his head back and wailed, blond spikes still stuck to his wet forehead, fingers digging into the disgusting mess of mud that now covered his knees and stuck itself under his fingernails.
This would wash off. And if it didn't – what did it matter? It didn't matter.
The body in the coffin mattered. There was an amusing sort of thing to this body being buried next to the last, and it made the teen choke out a laugh through his sobs, lowering his head to look at his mud-covered hands.
When would this change?
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AN: yes, so... interesting start there, no? I haven't written fanfiction in a while, so forgive me if it's a little ehh in some parts. ...it's... fairly short anyway. All of these chapters won't be short though, I promise! I suck at summaries, too, so I hope people don't judge the story on that. orz
