She was regretting wearing heels. She wouldn't not wear them, obviously, but she regretted them. Standing in the middle of a field that only had grass and was not properly leveled in six-inches heels was torture to her feet. But they were the only shoes that matched her black dress and were part of the ensemble that included black veiled hat and matching black handpurse and she was not one to ruin an outfit for comfort.

She still considered taking them off - there was barely anybody in the burial anyways. Nobody cared about Kali or Deucalion. She was there to see Aiden buried, and she still didn't know if it was out of love, out of mercy or out of spite.

"He likes you, Lydia"

Isaac had inherited the whole graveyard business from his father and immediately had Derek's lawyer get him a business administrator so he hadn't had to think about it. He had thought of selling it, but since it was one of the few places where he still had good memories from his father he realized he couldn't. He had called and said that two of the bodies recovered that night they were to be placed in a grave nearby one of those of the unidentified bodies that had been recovered from the school one afternoon.

Stiles had said that she used to be their emissary, and that she had loved them as the favorite nephews to the favorite aunt she was to them, the only one who kept them from wandering away as tortured omegas. Well, before they became rampant murderers.

They were all lingering in the back, wearing appropriate clothes and looking appropriately mortified. Well, Stiles looked appropriately upset for being in the funeral of some of the people that had tried to kill him, but being in a wheelchair prevented him from leaving in a completely dramatic and Stiles fashion.

She knew he wouldn't do it anyways. They were her friends, finally, and that meant enduring the burial of Aiden and Ethan with her. For her.

There was only another person that was actually close to the bodies, and of course he looked the best of the best in his Calvin Klein black suit and little full moon gold handcuffs. He looked a little too perfectly poised, too perfectly calm, too perfectly clear faced.

It was obvious that Danny was dying inside.

She hadn't talked to Danny for a while. It was Jackson who had acted as an intermediate in their relationship, so when he had left for London they naturally fell apart. She realized she regretted it - he was one of the few guys who treated her as a human being, something that had taken Stiles seven years to learn, and they were always able to talk about computers and math. She still remembered when he had come out and she had tried to turn him into his Sassy Gay Friend and Fashionista only to find out that he was still a male completely uninterested in those things.

Apparently he had learned to dress well, though.

-Hey, Danny.

-Lydia.

He immediately wiped the tears that had fallen on his face. She tried to stop him, but didn't know why.

It didn't make sense that he had to hide his tears.

-I... I'm sorry. I knew you liked him, but I never thought it was that... well, you know, we're teenagers.

-I know. I know what you mean. I mean, weren't you and Aiden just friends with benefits?

-Yeah, well, I don't know what I'm doing here. Maybe I'm just here because I saw them die.

That had been the wrong thing to say, she knew. But it was the truth.

-But you loved Ethan?

-I... I don't know, I guess I did. I mean, at least I liked him really much. No, I did, I did love him. He was sweet to me, Lydia, and kind, and funny, if completely awkward. He tried to be the big bad motorcycle rider wearing only leather jackets but to be honest he was a dork. Even his voice was funny, like he was this cartoon of He-Man or something. He loved his comics, and he loved his bike, and he was a nerd about bikes. I had to go and learn all the parts of a motorcycle just for him, you know? But then he learned all the positions and rules in LAX for me, so fair is fair. He told me about Brayden, too. How she had been the one to take care of them and then how they had been separated by a legal mess and how excited he had been to find her just to have his hopes crushed when he heard she was found dead. When he told me he broke down and cried for the whole afternoon. I had no idea what to do with him. Literally. And even if things got weird after the Recital and he turned into some sort of overprotective bear he was still there for me, you know? I... Why did they had to die, Lydia? Why him?

He lost it, and started crying. She heard her friends looking up and probably coming to her but she stopped them with one of her patented glares and hugged him. If she could not feel sad for Aiden maybe she could feel sad for Ethan and Danny.

-They... I... One day I'll tell you Danny, I swear. Not today. You need to mourn the man he was to you. One day maybe I'll tell you what Ms. Blake told me when she did it.

Danny just nodded and kept crying in her arms, and she held him. She looked inside of her, looked for the banshee and just like she would wail for those who were to die she knew that she would sing to try and comfort those who had lost their loved ones. And even if she hadn't been able to carry a tune in her life she knew that the humming she was doing in his ear was comforting him.

The first day when they were back in school and Danny looked awkward in the middle of the cafeteria, as if he didn't know where to sit, she immediately grabbed him by the arm and sat him with them.

She would tell him one day, she knew. She just didn't know when.