A single tear from the skies fell and split in to a thousand tiny teardrops. It was raining; it was raining deep in the heart of San Francisco. Wyatt was standing next to his younger brother Chris and both of them were stood in front of their two aunts and their father. Chris shook his head angrily. At sixteen he could only manage to feel anger, not sorrow. Wyatt, being that little bit older, no longer felt the anger his brother was experiencing, instead felt the bitter anguish and sorrow, knowing that in time, he would have to comfort his brother as he came to terms with the truth.
Phoebe and Paige looked at each other, they were holding on tightly to each other's hands and each blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill out and trickle down their cheeks. Though with the rain starting they could easily have stopped denying the tears their chance of freedom and let them take their place down the pale-faced cheeks. They were both wearing black except Paige had a small red rose tucked in to the breast pocket of her coat. With her free hand she pulled the rose out and held it in her hand. A thorn that she had missed earlier cut in to the palm of her hand but she gripped on to the flower tightly. This rose was a lasting reminder of her sister, and a promise that she vowed to keep.
Leo was standing on his own, just behind Phoebe. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking up to the heavens, cursing them with every word he could manage under his breath. Rain was falling on to his face and falling down his cheeks and then on to the floor. The tears of heaven were doing their job spectacularly well today.
Wyatt was the first to let his emotions get the better of him and one single tear fell down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away but at seeing this Chris' rage bubbled up to the surface and he turned around and looked to his father, shaking angrily. Leo simply nodded and his son fell in to his open arms, where he held Chris for a good twenty minutes.
Meanwhile the rose that Paige was thrown in to the grave and her and Phoebe had gone off to the wake that had been organised to take place at the Manor. Wyatt had gone off the sit at a park that his mother had always taken him to when he was a small boy. A year ago they had gone there for old times sake when they both had a free day. It had been one of the best days of his life, going back and reminiscing with his mother, not having to worry about anything, spending quality time with the only person he truly trusted. For some reason he had an amazing relationship with her. And now she was gone.