(Set after SR, Alex is living with Ben and Alex goes to Jack's funeral in London.) This is my first fanfic, so please be nice.
Wasn't it meant to be rainy and foggy at graves? Or at least on the day of funerals?
It felt like the angels were shining down from heaven, it was warm, peaceful almost, well as peaceful as you would get in a graveyard. Still though, a slight breeze trickle, the almost eerily quiet graveyard.
The casket was brown, with swirls like honey, making the casket look almost rusty.
There weren't many people there, fewer to mourn the body. It was almost funny. The body had died of a sudden heart attack, so unusual, given the body was so young.
The priest started the burial, people started laying flowers. I moved quietly almost angelic-like, toward the box, a single red rose in hand. It was her favorite flower. I felt like I was suffocating the closer I moved like the world was bearing down on my shoulders. You could only hear the crunch of the leaves as I walked forward and the quiet breathing of the others.
It wasn't right how she died, she was my best friend, my unofficial sister, who was there for me, always. As I lay down that solitary red rose, a solitary tear trickled down my face, quickly masked by indifference. People started to move around me.
Dirt slowly started piling over the wooden box and I felt myself stiffen with sorrow and fear. The wind started to pick up again like she was sending a message. I felt a hand on my back, I recoiled. Turning around I found the culprit. "Come on", was all Ben said. I moved to follow him, walking back to the car. I felt a small smile tug at the side of my mouth. They would pay for what they did to Jack.