"Brick"
It hurt watching the others hurt, more than the loss she felt for herself. And it stung facing their pity and their sympathy, her brother's open arms, and all the while knowing that she had caused this.
"Lizzy," Edward murmured as he wrapped a heavy arm around her, "it's okay, you can cry if you want. No one would judge you; not here."
Elizabeth's shoulders stiffened under his embrace. He didn't understand…it wasn't that she was ashamed of tears, but that her grief was private; or that standing here, in the midst of all of these people who had loved her aunt, she almost felt more sick than grieved.
But he wouldn't understand; he couldn't; she hadn't told him. Edward only knew that his sister had loved Angelina Dalles dearly, and that she must be devastated at her funeral. And as for who did know…her eyes found her parents, who had approached the casket to say their farewells, and she wondered whether her mother was whispering spiteful things to the woman who had tried to hurt her daughter, or if she only saw another sister lost.
Further back her eyes found Mey-Rin, who was looking straight at her, and Lizzy quickly turned away. She did not want to be here. But it was her aunt. And it was her deed. It would be as shameful and as painful not to be here as it would be inappropriate to cry while knowing that she caused the tears of others.
Elizabeth shrugged away from Edward's suffocating hug, and stood on her own as she failed to fight back her tears.
A/N: And that's this arc done!
I didn't intend to write the funeral, really. But the first sentence wouldn't leave my head and then the rest of if pretty much wrote itself. So here's this chapter. It was way easier to write than the previous one.
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*whispers* I just want to know Ciel's name. just his name. what iiiiiiis it? chapter 132...I'm counting on you!
"Brick:" a block of clay hardened in intense heat; one piece of a stable wall or pavement; a yellowish or brownish red