They have made her particularly pretty for this day. Her mousy brown hair is braided into a neat ring and she is wearing her favorite summer dress, a snow-white with red and blue flowers. Only a faint scar remembers of the wound on her head she has suffered some days ago. Maya is smiling, and not even the many people in black could wipe away the deep peace in her face. Her hands are holding a rose and her eyes are closed as she is in the crate lined with white velvet. The whole place is filled with people, people who are mourning . To the little girl that was killed by an epileptic seizure. A man steps forward to the coffin and begins a short speech. Giulia looks around the square. Most people are agents of the project , but there are some amongst them who she doesn't know . Like couple sitting with a young child on the arm next to Johnson, who has hardly spoken a word since the accident, not even to Giulia. The always friendly Johnson is broken.
On the left Giulia sees a blond girl who starts to cry. Tibor who is sitting right next to her hesitates a moment, then he puts his arm around her shoulder and presses her to him. Up to now Giulia always thought that he doesn't like Ashley, but why he consoles this weakling? Maximilian sits quietly beside him, his eyes resting on the snow-white coffin, which is carried by four men outside. The people follow, some are crying. Front of a large hole the men to stop, and after a few words were spoken, the coffin is left down. Johnson breaks down, and the woman just sat beside him tried gently lead him away from the coffin of his daughter, who he would prefer to jump after now. Tibor still holds the hand of Ashley. With a low rumble the coffin reaches the bottom of the grave, and now people start to pour sand into it. Also Giulia looks one last time at the final resting place of her friend, then she turns around and leaves the place without saying a word. As soon as she leaves the mourners behind him, Max calls after her.
"Hey Giulia, wait! Why are you leaving already?" Tibor and Ashley are following him and only with the greatest reluctance, she stops.
"What should I do here? The whole circus just because a girl died, who wasn't even an agent. And it turns out the training." She tries sound as hard as possible, no one should know how she really feels. That she is confused and that she secretly wants to be comforted at Ashley's place of Tibor.
"You aren't sad? After all she was your friend." The blonde looks wistfully at Giulia, but she only answers with a confident "No!" That's not even a lie, she isn't sad. She doesn't know what she feels, there is certainly no sorrow. She thought.
The couple with the toddler approaches the children. "Tibor, you shall make yourselves ready, we are leaving!" screams the woman who is apparently his mother. He rolls his eyes, then he runs over to her. Giulia pretends to go in the other direction, only to walk a large arc to listen the conversation from the other side. For the amusement of Max and Ashley The mother tries to arrange Tibor's orange hair, which ensures that his face is turning into the color of an overripe tomato. "Leave the boy alone, honey. His hair is messy again anyway." His wife sparkles at him, but eventually lets her son be, which now takes the blond boy from his father's arms. "What was that for a black-haired girl, who you are talked to? A friend?" Tibor shakes his head, still busy trying to entertain his siblings. "No, she does not like me since my first are you asking, dad?" Thoughtfully the father shakes his head. "She looks very familiar. She's a little weird, right?"
"Aiden!" The woman pushes the man indignantly, "She is an eight year old child, don't say that! He mutters a silent apology, then he hands a camera to his wife. "Anyway, we' ll leave in a few minutes. I take a photo of you. And tale Julius in your midst." Tibor takes his little brother who ist happilily grinning. Tibor notices something. "Hey Ashley, do you know that you're just as blond as a three year old?" She sticks her tongue out at him, which makesMaximilian laugh. For a small moment Giulia, who ist still watching them from a safe distance, wishes nothing more to be in this photo.