A/N: Countertiger-X, Leo clipped his wings, therefore taking away his
"whitelighter abilities" so when he was shot he didn't heal. I'm sorry if I
made it a bit confusing. Oh and thank you everyone whose been reviewing and
sending suggestions. I appreciate it, it has helped me to make my writing
better. And that's a good thing, not just for me but for you guys as well,
lol. And now on with the story.
She knew she shouldn't but she did anyway. Slowly she unzippered the top of the bag labeled F. Halliwell Wyatt. It was Fae's bag. Slowly she began to see her daughter's body. First her golden curls, then her pale complexion and finally her delicate body. But before she could fully open the bag she spotted the wound. Large and red it sat there staring up at Piper, forming a hole in her heart. Reminding her that Fae was not just sleeping, but in fact dead. Never to be seen again. She could no longer take it, quickly she rezippered the bag.
Next she moved to the bag labeled M. Halliwell Wyatt, Melinda's body. Just like before she slowly opened the bag, revealing what once was considered Piper's gorgeous older daughter. Now she sat here cold and purple. Her little girl which she had seen in the future and spent years dreaming of was gone. In an instant her life had ended. And just like before as Piper began to see the form of a gun wound she quickly closed the bag.
Lastly she went to Leo's body, labeled L. Wyatt. Again she repeated the ritual of delicately seeing the body but this time she didn't even make it as far as the neck. For all over Leo's body were open gun wounds. He, in order to save innocent lives, had risked his own. Just like always he had cared more about others than himself. And now as Piper sat here thinking about it she let out an anguished groan, deep within the reaches of her heart. The truth was she blamed herself for this. If it hadn't been for her Leo wouldn't have clipped his wings and he would still be here. He'd be able to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright, that he would help them get through this. But now he was gone.
Just like her two daughters he had left her alone, to move about this crazy world alone. Sure she had her sisters, but they would never grow to understand. The pain that comes with losing your family is one that has no words.
Suddenly Piper felt an arm wrap around her waist. For a second she imagined it was Leo, telling her that in fact he wasn't dead. But then she smelled the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and knew it was Phoebe.
"Come on Piper, let's go home."
And Piper went with her, not being able to stay in the room any longer. And as she closed the door behind her she swore she felt a gentle breeze overtake her, as if her family were saying good-bye.
A/N: Hope you guys are liking the story. Should I keep going and show the funeral and how Piper deals afterward, with the court case and everything? Or do you think this was a good ending?
She knew she shouldn't but she did anyway. Slowly she unzippered the top of the bag labeled F. Halliwell Wyatt. It was Fae's bag. Slowly she began to see her daughter's body. First her golden curls, then her pale complexion and finally her delicate body. But before she could fully open the bag she spotted the wound. Large and red it sat there staring up at Piper, forming a hole in her heart. Reminding her that Fae was not just sleeping, but in fact dead. Never to be seen again. She could no longer take it, quickly she rezippered the bag.
Next she moved to the bag labeled M. Halliwell Wyatt, Melinda's body. Just like before she slowly opened the bag, revealing what once was considered Piper's gorgeous older daughter. Now she sat here cold and purple. Her little girl which she had seen in the future and spent years dreaming of was gone. In an instant her life had ended. And just like before as Piper began to see the form of a gun wound she quickly closed the bag.
Lastly she went to Leo's body, labeled L. Wyatt. Again she repeated the ritual of delicately seeing the body but this time she didn't even make it as far as the neck. For all over Leo's body were open gun wounds. He, in order to save innocent lives, had risked his own. Just like always he had cared more about others than himself. And now as Piper sat here thinking about it she let out an anguished groan, deep within the reaches of her heart. The truth was she blamed herself for this. If it hadn't been for her Leo wouldn't have clipped his wings and he would still be here. He'd be able to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright, that he would help them get through this. But now he was gone.
Just like her two daughters he had left her alone, to move about this crazy world alone. Sure she had her sisters, but they would never grow to understand. The pain that comes with losing your family is one that has no words.
Suddenly Piper felt an arm wrap around her waist. For a second she imagined it was Leo, telling her that in fact he wasn't dead. But then she smelled the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and knew it was Phoebe.
"Come on Piper, let's go home."
And Piper went with her, not being able to stay in the room any longer. And as she closed the door behind her she swore she felt a gentle breeze overtake her, as if her family were saying good-bye.
A/N: Hope you guys are liking the story. Should I keep going and show the funeral and how Piper deals afterward, with the court case and everything? Or do you think this was a good ending?