Puck didn't really have much experience with death.

It wasn't as if he was the emotional type. When his father had died, he had let the tears fall down, but that was acceptable.

This was different.

He was crying because of a woman.

He remembered all the things she had done for him. How she had taken him into her heart, how she had dealt with him over and over again. The way she would look at him disapprovingly.

He hadn't thought that she would mean so much to him. He had taken her for granted. He didn't know what he had until it was gone.

Until she was gone.

And now he watched as they lowered the casket into the ground. He watched as they tossed in the dirt, which quickly turned into mud, thanks to the rain.

He watched as they tossed flowers onto her grave, watched as the clouds rumbled overhead and the rain poured down mercilessly. He felt the cold, wet, droplets mix in with his own tears.

For once, he was not ashamed to cry.

He listened as her family said nice things about her. He listened to the sobbing sounds of Daphne, and watched as her mother put an arm around the young woman.

There was no one there to put an arm around him.

Once upon a time, she would have been. But now she was gone.

He watched as Henry stepped back from the grave and wrapped his arm around his wife's waist. Watched as Basil lowered his head and stepped forward, ready to talk about the woman he had barely even known for a long time, but grown to love.

The world seemed to be moving in slow-motion.

Why did she have to leave? Why?

He needed her. She was the only one who understood him.

And now she was gone.

He barely noticed as Basil stepped away from the grave and joined his father. He was dimly aware that it was his turn.

He moved towards the stone, and looked around.

Familiar faces, everywhere. Charming, Snow, Hamstead and his family. Robin Hood and his Merry Men, along with Mr Canis and Red. Pinocchio stood with his head lowered, while Jake stared straight ahead, tears streaking his face.

So many people, but the only one that really mattered was her.

He knelt in front of the slab, and pulled the enchanted rose Jake had given him from his pocket. He buried it into the muddy earth, and stepped back as it bloomed.

The flower blossomed into a dozen new roses. Each one more healthier and whiter than the last. They rose upwards, and surrounded the grey stone. In the end, the only thing visible was the plaque.

Here lies Sabrina Grimm,

Wife, daughter and sister.

She will forever be in our memory.

May you rest in peace, and may your spirit rise above this Earth and into the sky, where you will look down on us.

1998-2020

OKAY, okay, okay. I know I'm evil, but I just felt like writing this. Sorry! Thoughts?