Susan was following a line of black cars. And as she did, she was thinking. Something she wasn't able to do for the last days, for she had been so busy.
After she left the station, well she...she didn't remember actually, but it was something like coming home with the help of James, crying all the way, and after he told her she had cried herself into sleep. The next morning, she had found herself still dressed, in her bed, awoken by the sound of the telephone, and had started to cried again. She had probably been quite loud, because not two minutes later, James barged in the room (he had been reluctant to let her the night before, and so had slept in the couch),and took her in his arms, where she had cried for a long time, clunging onto his shirt. She had found a strange comfort in that stranger's kindness, and he was actually the only that could made her get up and face the day. He had told her that the phone call was from the police, and that they needed her to decide what to do next. He had accompanied her everywhere she needed, from the police office to the place where herfather was working to warn them, and to the church to prepare the funerals. He had been there in support when she recieved family and friends, all week long (he was also a student, so hewas in hollydays like her). He had been there, but had step aside when David had came to offer his support. James knew that Susan fancied David, and didn't want to interfere. The truth is, David wanted to talk about the upcoming ball, but when he called her and heard her cry, he had come immediatly. She had cried in his arms several times, and he also helped her, still with the help of James, presented by Susan as a friend. With her uncle Harrold, who showed his affection for his son for the first time, and Jill's parents, they had arranged grouped funerals, because the four youngsters were friends, and they didn't want to separate them. They had also included The Professor and Polly, mostly for the same reason, and because they didn't exactly have somebody else to take care of their funerals.
So Susan had been really busy, and that had prevented her to think until then. But now, she was alone in her head, in the silent procession who was following the cars. The priest had said many beautiful things, who hadn't quite penetrated her cloudy mind, save one: that he family was now in a better world, where only happiness was awaiting them. She didn't doubt about it, but how she wished that she was there too! She was torturing herself thinking that hadn't she be so stupid, she would be dead like them, happy with them. She was gripping Harrold's hand, for fear of falling if she hadn't something real to rely on while her tears were falling freely.
Then the cars reached the graveyard, and the coffins were gently put in one big hole, because everybody had felt it was better not to separate the dead in their tombs.
The priest said another great speech that she didn't hear either. Then her uncle nudged her, and she remenbered the roses in her hands. She fist threw four white roses in the tomb, one for the Professor, one for Mrs Polly, one for Jill and one for Eustace. Then four red roses, one for her father, one for her mother, one for Peter, one for Edmund.
She kept the fifth in her hand, reluctant to finally acknowledged the death of her beloved sister. She knelt by the tomb, her cristallyn tears falling on the last rose, her heart shattering in ten thousand pieces. She finally felt strong hands on her shoulders, and looked up to see James (who didn't understood why nobody was supporting her) staring at her. During this silent exchange, enthralled by those eyes almost similar to her sister's, she felt a resolution grew in her. From now on, she would live as much as she can, in memory of her so alive sister, and for her family. She would live the life that had been stolen from them, and stopped her childish preocupations. During this simple exchange, Susan grew up of ten years, and found a long-life friend. Her mind full of determination and a mute promise to her family, Susan kissed the rose and threw it, finally accepting the fact that Lucy was gone. She got up, helped by James, and went back to her uncle's side, who took his turn in throwing roses. Eyes now dry, Susan was clunging to James' arm, missing the jealous look David was giving them, mistaking friendship and the need for comfort for...something else.
A/N: Hello there!
Another sad chapter, I'm afraid, but how could it not be?
You may have noticed that I have changed William for David. The reason is, maybe you could guess, that I don't want any comparison with William Mooseley.
I hope you like this chapter, and if not, well, wait for the next! It won't always be that bad for poor Susan, I promise!
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