It's been another day, thinking what could've been
It gets so hard
But its not what it seems, what I want it to be
Did I try too hard?
The funeral was short. John had been incinerated sometime in the extra week Callie had spent in isolation.
"Kyle, Keep him company." She whispered patting grass over her brother's grave. She shook her head. John would laugh if he could see me now. Miss emotional, not crying a tear. She gazed over to the freshly placed dirt where John's ashes now rested.
It had been nearly a week since that short, short funeral.
Callie was withdrawn and quiet. In remembrance of John's last wishes, she had made amends with Bobby, Kurt, and Jubilee. Today she was playing a mean game of poker with Rogue Kitty and Jubilee. She ran a finger over the locket John had given her years ago. She had recently figured out how to open it. It held pictures of Jean and John.
"Hello? Cal? Wakey-wakey!" Kitty was snapping her fingers, pulling Callie out of her deep thought.
"I'll raise you two Oreos and a chocolate covered pretzel." Jubilee smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Big spender ain't ya?" Rogue snorted. "I'll see your oreos and raise you--"
There was a loud scream that broke Rogue off mid-sentence.
The girls exchanged nervous glances, and ran out of the room to the foyer.
Storm had answered the door and her hands were shaking furiously. One hand was over her mouth.
Scott came running down the stairs.
And a hush fell over the group.
There standing in the door was:
Jean