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2013-09-29 04:16:25 UTC
The wind blew strongly, sending loose dry leaves flying in the air and falling in elegant spirals on the ground. Ladies walked with their painted dresses and expensive coats, heels clicking on the stone, rushing to get home to their husbands before the storm started, whilst the sky turned a dark grey and the clouds covered it like blankets. Yes, autumn had come in Ohio, and it was the perfect atmosphere for a funeral…
Daniel stood by his father's coffin, staring at it with a blank expression on his face. Everyone around him was crying, so shouldn't he? But he couldn't-he felt numb inside. Not sad or happy, just nothing. Was it because a part of him still believed that his father was alive- unable to except the fact that he had been killed under no circumstances- even at his funeral? Or perhaps his pride, not allowing him to break down in front of all these people? Whatever it was, he couldn't do a thing about it. His hands were wrapped tightly around his sister, who was letting out a river of tears on his coat. He wanted to cry too- to scream at the top of his lungs- but he couldn't.
"… May he rest in peace" the priest finished, closing the bible set in front of him and walking off the podium.
His sister finally looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and red, lips frowning and cheeks flushed. "I… I think I need to go talk to mother." She said. Tears were still running down her face, but she wasn't sobbing as loud. Daniel hugged her once more before she slowly walked away.
A few moments later, someone put his hand on his shoulder.
"I see you're holding up well" James proclaimed. James had been Daniel dearest friend since they were young children. If anyone could get this pain off Daniel's chest, it was him. "I'm sorry"
A short silence followed, but Daniel broke it:
"He once told me 'It's not important how long you live your life, it's how you live it'. He really lived up to that, I believe."
James nodded "Truly a great man"
"How has your father taken the news, given how close they were?" Daniel asked
"I send a message to him the second I got the news. He's in France now, so it will take more than a while for him to get it." James said, shrugging his shoulders "I expect he will be devastated."
Quickly after everyone at the funeral said their goodbyes, Daniel helped his (still) sobbing sister and mother into the carriage. He was now the head of the household now, which meant that he now needed to protect his mother and sister. Daniel took their hands and let out a melancholy smile. They let out their emotions by crying, but he had found another way to release his anger and sadness- he tracked down every man responsible for this and put an end to his life- but it didn't help much. Knowing that they had paid did help slightly, but it didn't bring his father back. It didn't fill the empty hole inside him and it didn't make him sleep better at night.
The rest of the ride continued in silence.
Thank you!