Disclaimer: I´m not making any money off this fanfic and I don´t own any of this, with the exception of the story.
Author´s Note: I felt that this needed to be done, since no one else have made a fanfic of Linda´s funeral.
This is my second fanfic, so please tell me what I can do better. :)
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Linda´s Funeral
"...lived among us for far too short time, but will always be remembered for bringing sunshine, not just into my life, but to everyone´s life. I can´t believe she´s gone. For just a week ago, she was here, living and free, and now...now...now I just pray that He looks after her." Palermo looked at Victor, amazed over the fact that he managed to go through this all over again.
It was Linda´s funeral. He, Chris, Cory and TC were sitting in the front row, together with Victor and Rosa.
Victor was great at holding this speech, this last letter to the woman who he should´ve married if only she hadn´t been at that shop at that time.
Palermo sighed. He understood how Victor must feel right now. No one should have to bury their loved one.
His whole world was a mess. Victor had quit the force, Cory and Chris blamed themselves for Linda´s murder and TC just walked around looking straight out in the air without saying anything.
And now he was sitting in a church, trying to comfort Cory, who was nearly crying her eyes out. Linda´s brother wasn´t there. According to Victor he was still in shock, and refused to accept that Linda, his big sister, had been murdered while trying out her own wedding dress.
Victor seemed to have finished his speech, when he turned to Linda´s coffin, looked up as though he could see someone sitting in the ceiling and said, "God has finally gotten his most beautiful angel back." He looked down at the coffin again, laid a red rose on it and whispered a few words Palermo couldn´t hear.
He then went back to the first row and comforted his mother.
"¿Por qué Victor? ¿Por qué?" (Why Victor? Why?)
"I don´t know mom. I really don´t know."
Palermo looked at Victor and his mom, while tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Yes, why? Palermo asked himself. He couldn´t answer that question. Why did people die when they were at the happiest stage of their life?
Palermo sighed again, as he tried to help Cory, and he deeply hoped that Victor would be able to find love again.
At least, let him find peace and to be able to cope with Linda´s death.
One day hopefully. One day...
Author´s Note: I felt that this needed to be done, since no one else have made a fanfic of Linda´s funeral.
This is my second fanfic, so please tell me what I can do better. :)
~*~
Linda´s Funeral
"...lived among us for far too short time, but will always be remembered for bringing sunshine, not just into my life, but to everyone´s life. I can´t believe she´s gone. For just a week ago, she was here, living and free, and now...now...now I just pray that He looks after her." Palermo looked at Victor, amazed over the fact that he managed to go through this all over again.
It was Linda´s funeral. He, Chris, Cory and TC were sitting in the front row, together with Victor and Rosa.
Victor was great at holding this speech, this last letter to the woman who he should´ve married if only she hadn´t been at that shop at that time.
Palermo sighed. He understood how Victor must feel right now. No one should have to bury their loved one.
His whole world was a mess. Victor had quit the force, Cory and Chris blamed themselves for Linda´s murder and TC just walked around looking straight out in the air without saying anything.
And now he was sitting in a church, trying to comfort Cory, who was nearly crying her eyes out. Linda´s brother wasn´t there. According to Victor he was still in shock, and refused to accept that Linda, his big sister, had been murdered while trying out her own wedding dress.
Victor seemed to have finished his speech, when he turned to Linda´s coffin, looked up as though he could see someone sitting in the ceiling and said, "God has finally gotten his most beautiful angel back." He looked down at the coffin again, laid a red rose on it and whispered a few words Palermo couldn´t hear.
He then went back to the first row and comforted his mother.
"¿Por qué Victor? ¿Por qué?" (Why Victor? Why?)
"I don´t know mom. I really don´t know."
Palermo looked at Victor and his mom, while tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Yes, why? Palermo asked himself. He couldn´t answer that question. Why did people die when they were at the happiest stage of their life?
Palermo sighed again, as he tried to help Cory, and he deeply hoped that Victor would be able to find love again.
At least, let him find peace and to be able to cope with Linda´s death.
One day hopefully. One day...