Don't chase the rabbit
The funeral was a long procession of black dresses and suits. Even the air joined in the grief, suffocatingly heavy with the condolences and the crying. Mother’s casket was lowered into the ground, into the endless darkness, almost an extension of the one inside of him.
Hollow eyes, normally filled with timid fear, stared out into nowhere or more—they stared into himself. Norman sat alone as the guests left, taking their pity with them back into their normal lives.
"Hey."
The voice stood out from the bustle of the small crowd.
His half-brother stood in front of him, much older than he was in Norman’s memories.
"…I’m sorry about Nor—About mom. I know it was just you and her in the house, along with that other guy. I just…I don’t know…" Dylan trailed off.
How was he supposed to understand? When he left us? Abandoned us?
