More angst for you, this being the sequel to I'm Here. I've decided that I'll only be updating once or twice a week now, but I'll be steady, I promise! Thanks for reviewing, everyone, whether I can respond to you or not!
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FUNERAL
(today it's not raining, it should be raining i want it to rain god damnit)
Funerals are supposed to be sad, dreary affairs. They're supposed to be filled with crying people, and it's supposed to rain - even the damn heavens are supposed to open up and cry for your lost loved ones. That's how it goes.
Then why the hell is this cemetery as bright and cheery as the fucking Garden of Eden?
Lovino's grip is drawing blood, and he knows it by the sharp squeeze Angelique gives in return (as if to reprimand him, ha) and the wince that Arthur disguises (he's always been a pussy when it comes to pain). They'd taken his hands by force when they had arrived and ever since, Lovino had wanted to yank himself away and just disappear.
The priest is blessing the grave, and Lovino wants to take that holy water and throw it in the man's face right about now.
(holy? romulus vargas was no holy man)
He's done. People are lifting up the casket (the casket with my grandfather in it) and the priest is saying "May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace" (rest in peace you bastard) and the casket is being lowered into the grave and -
Lovino pulls his hands out of Angelique's and Arthur's roughly and turns away without a word. They are the only ones who notice, them and Feli and Monika (the couple that grandfather approved of, the brother that grandfather loved) and everyone else ignores him as he stalks away.
He's glad they don't come after him. (yeah he is)
They wouldn't understand. (but angelique is an orphan) (arthur is as good as dead to his family)
He's alone in his pain. (yeah, thats right)
(alone)
Arthur and Angelique watch him walk away, and Angelique blindly searches for Arthur's hand, clasping his hand deathly tight, the little bleeding crescent moons that Lovino's nails had formed in her palm matching up with the identical ones on Arthur's.
Angelique glances back at the newly filled grave just as the Catholics around her begin to chant the Lord's Prayer.
"I wish he knew he wasn't alone," she breathes.
(alone)