Survivor's Remorse
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birthright_rpgBoston, Massachusetts - 1978
There was a light rain falling on the cemetery, and that was fitting since the rain was where Allison had died. Black umbrellas were gathered near the gravesite, the pattering of water competing with the minister's speaking voice as he gave the final eulogy. Out of sight, two men waited with shovels to finish filling the hole with earth once the casket was lowered.
She'd been told, or rather 'advised', not to attend the funeral. That it would only prolong the emotional closeness, no matter how fleeting, that had been established. So she was here against orders, but she couldn't have stayed away.
The Slayer's parents were divorced, but they'd sat together in the pew at the church, and now they were huddled beneath the same umbrella. Julianna had tried to speak to them, to tell them that it was a beautiful service, but her guilt rivaled their shock and grief and she couldn't force the words out. The best she had been able to manage was to say a silent goodbye when attendees were asked if they wanted to pass by the coffin.
And to put the book in with the girl, the volume of Plato's works that Allison had been so fond of.
The rain picked up as the mourners began to depart for their cars, but Julianna remained, having hovered at the back of the gathering. It was unusually chilly for May. When the first shovelful of dirt struck the casket, she grabbed for Edmund's hand.
There was a light rain falling on the cemetery, and that was fitting since the rain was where Allison had died. Black umbrellas were gathered near the gravesite, the pattering of water competing with the minister's speaking voice as he gave the final eulogy. Out of sight, two men waited with shovels to finish filling the hole with earth once the casket was lowered.
She'd been told, or rather 'advised', not to attend the funeral. That it would only prolong the emotional closeness, no matter how fleeting, that had been established. So she was here against orders, but she couldn't have stayed away.
The Slayer's parents were divorced, but they'd sat together in the pew at the church, and now they were huddled beneath the same umbrella. Julianna had tried to speak to them, to tell them that it was a beautiful service, but her guilt rivaled their shock and grief and she couldn't force the words out. The best she had been able to manage was to say a silent goodbye when attendees were asked if they wanted to pass by the coffin.
And to put the book in with the girl, the volume of Plato's works that Allison had been so fond of.
The rain picked up as the mourners began to depart for their cars, but Julianna remained, having hovered at the back of the gathering. It was unusually chilly for May. When the first shovelful of dirt struck the casket, she grabbed for Edmund's hand.
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on 2013-10-13 07:10 am (UTC)Eventually, she would have to face reality. But for now, he would try his best to help her forget.