ganglandprincess:
Wendy had been hauntingly quiet the whole funeral; she hadn’t found it to be in her right or place to say anything. She hadn’t lost a father or a husband; she’d lost a fun uncle figure whose company she always welcomed, but never really knew outside of old stories. The pain stung, but it wasn’t as raw as others felt.
She hung in the outlines of the herd of black mourners in the cemetery, people milling about after the body had been lowered into the ground – not sure what to do next.
Swallowing thickly, Wendy noticed with a shiver how close she was to Melody’s gravestone, and took several more steps away from the crowd.
John stood at the back, only a shadow to his father. Head couldn’t quite pinpoint the last time he had seen him ready to purge his enemies. His eyes fell to Dante’s family, while the coffin laid at the front -- a closed casket funeral, nothing to see there.
It passed swiftly. John’s mind had wandered during the sermon, unsure of what would happen next once they were back home. When he noticed Wendy moving away from the rest of the crowd, he followed her. Truth is he expected another attack from anywhere.
❝The fundamental alternative for man is the choice between life and death,❞ he quoted, as if by looking at Melody’s name engraved, he remembered the passage. John hadn’t gotten rid of her books, since he considered them a memento.