Olivia sat in the window watching the rain pour down from the heavens. He must be crying she thought. Tomorrow was the funeral she doesn't want to do it. She doesn't want to have to put those white gloves and sit through the ceremony. Listening to people crying or giving speeches. Her life felt like it died with him. He's gone and so is her life.
As she sits on her bed thinking about the rest of the day she gets ready to leave. Walking out the front door she stopped she forgot them. The white gloves. A symbol that can mean happiness or death. Now it means death.
He stands in the bathroom looking in the mirror at himself. In the mirror he can see the white gloves laying on his bed. It was time.
He stood in the living room and looked next to him laying on the coffee table there they sat. The white gloves of death or happiness.
Buttoning the last button on his uniform he looked at the mirror and there they were. The white gloves.
Putting the rest of her make-up on she might as well not she is going to cry anyway.
Pulling the rest of her hair up into the bun she looked at the mirror and almost cried thinking about him.
At the funeral people were sitting and crying and standing and crying. When everyone else arrived they began. Speeches and more crying. Just like she pictured it.
Bang, bang, bang 21 gun salute the part Olivia hated. Her best friend died trying to save her life. She should she be the one laying in that grave not him. By the end there they all stood saluting him.
As they all walked away together they all turned to him and saluted one last time. There stood 4 of his best detectives.
"Goodbye" they all whispered at the same time.