Aug 29, 2017
@terneism
Goading Michael's grunt workers finally had him driving in the right direction as he pulled his Cadillac into the cemetery parking lot.
Jet black car with a black sleek suit to match seemed to fit all too well with the dreary surroundings. He sighs quietly, turning the engine off and stepping out, a bouquet of white carnations in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
Julian opens the umbrella and walks forward, spotting the only other living soul among the deceased. He walks up until he's standing next to Nick, holding the umbrella over him.
The man knew that Nick hated his father and he had every right, but he didn't know much about Nicks mother.
All he was certain of was staying by his side.
