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Simply Complicated
"Sean, there's going to be . . . um . . . a funeral service tomorrow. For Emma." Ellie added the last part unnecessarily.
"Yeah, ok." Sean didn't really feel like talking. He didn't want to see Emma's parents. The last time he did it was over a sushi table with Sean drunk, but he knew he had to go.
Sean pulled on a ragged grey colored suit Ellie had dug out for him. It had a slight stain here and there, but Sean figured it would do. Ellie had put on a black knee length skirt with a black laced top.
"Come on Sean, let's go."
When they arrived at the cemetery, there wasn't conversation. Just murmurs as they passed the young and old people standing amongst the crowd.
"I can't do this." Sean whispered to Ellie.
"Don't be stupid Sean, of course you can!" Ellie tugged on his arm and continued to pull him along. When Sean looked up from the ground he saw Mr. Simpson and Emma's mom in a tight hug. Her mother's eyes were red and puffy from crying so much.
"Mr. Simpson, Ms. Nelson." Ellie quietly stated in her respects. Sean followed.
"Oh Sean, Ellie," Snake's voice cracked. "Thanks for coming . . ." His voice drifted into awkward silence. Sean decided to let his feet bring him in front of the casket.
Emma lay with her eyes closed and her arms folded in a neat order. There was a deathly chill around her body. Sean felt the tingle go through his spine. He reached out to her arms, as though trying to talk to her again.
A single tear landed on her still body.
The next thing he knew, he was panting for breath in an empty parking lot. His face was blotched by tears and his suit was freshly ripped in the shoulder. He heard footsteps behind him.
"Sean!" Ellie's voice rang out. Sean said nothing in reply.
"Sean," she said, as she approached him. "It's ok. Let's go home."
A/N: Yeah, hi! This chapter was VERY short. It's supposed to be about the service, but it isn't really important. Next chapter is when Sean goes looking for Rick. Be happy.