its just tears and rain

[mely]

the sunshine settled softly on the shoulders of the small crowd huddle in the churchyard. bright grass wafted in the gentle wind and dandelions poked their carefree faces up from the clumps of weeds around untended graves. It was a warm sunny day, far too warm and too sunny to play host to the spectacle currently displaying itself. quiet sobs where drowned in the drone of the vicar's preaching.

"O Lord God, who has created us and called us to come home to you "

At the front, closest to the two rectangular holes, a couple were weeping. A tall, attractive lady, dressed in a long, plain black robe, rested her head on her husband - he stood with his arm lying comfortingly around her shoulders as he stared dry eyed and vacant at the dark wood boxes being lowered down.

"Teach us daily to die from sin and to live according to your holy will."

Behind them, standing slightly separate from the othe mourners, a young girl stood, her head bowed, totally absorbed in her own self-reflection.

"give them, o Lord, your peace"

She barely heard the vicar, allowing his dull voice to wash over her. Her lip trembled and a tear rolled down a pale cheek - and a flow of self-hate, that all she could manage for death of her dear, sweet, innocent sisters, was one tear.

"and let your eternal light shine upon them"

She did not even move as the wind caught a slither of dark hair and pulled it off her shoulder. Again, her mind was caught in that horrible memory, and she screwed her eyes shut, unable to either bear or escape reliving it.

"Let us go in the peace of the Lord"

But she will never be in peace. She mumbles a response, allowing her weak voice to be swallowed in the noise of the others.

"amen"

[mely]

A short, blonde haired boy was leaning against the grey stone wall that surrounded the cementery. Auria almost didn't notice him as she walked past, her eyes fixed intently on the pattern of stones on the pavement. She stopped suddenly, to stare at him with wide, startled eyes. He smiled gently. "hi,"
For a moment, Auria had to fight the temptation to rush up to him a hug him. She felt overwhelmed with a sense of releif at such a familiar, friendly face. But shyness made her hesitate, and in that hesitation she became aware of the gulf between him - of all the time that had passed, and all that had happened. She hid a wince as the guilt returned, and she held back from apporaching him, afraid he would see through her mourning to the real reason behind her sadness.
"I heard about your sisters..." he said gently, "I can't imagine what you're feeling"
"then don't bother" Auria suprised herself with the curtness of her reply. The boy recoiled slightly, startled at her sharp tone. Still, when he spoke he was just as caring. "Look, I know it must be really hard for you"
"well, isn't that nice to know?" She noticed him visibily stop himself losing his temper at her furious sarcasm, taking a breath before he continued.
"But if you ever need a friend, or a shoulder to lean on-"
"oh piss off Jake." Auria cut him off, without knowing why she was so angry, "stop acting like you give sh[zz]"
"but -"
"no you fu[zz]ing don't - the only reason you ever hung round with me was so you could get near Ettienne - and don't pretend that's not true" Auria was barely aware of what she was saying by now, all she knew was that she was possessed with a controlling desire to get the hell away from him, and to make him feel as sh[zz] as she did.
"that's bollocks, Auria!"
"No it b[zz]y isn't! Well good for you, cos she's dead now and so you don't have to bother with me any more"
The boy breathed deeply, trying to calm himself as well as her. "Look, Auria, I know what it feels like to loose someone-"
"don't you dare!" Auria felt anger and frustration rising in her, like smoke from a bonfire, "don't you dare assume that just cos youre mum hated you so much she blew her own brains out, makes you like me. It doesn't"
The boy took a half step, shaking with anger, and a look on his face as if he'd just been physically hit. Auria watched him without saying a word, torn between shame at what she'd said, and a uncomfrotable thrill at the pain she'd inflicted. There was a few seconds of painful, confused silence, and then the boy spoke, his voice quiet but riddled with anger "well if that's what to you think..." he turned away, leaving the half finished sentence hanging in the uncomfortably warm breeze. Auria watched his back. She opened her mouth to apologise, and shut it again. She turned to the opposite way, and marched down the road, heading for the huddle of mourners that was her parents and their friends. She lifted her head, forcing herself not to feel bad. He'd let emotions get the better of him. She wouldn't.

[mely]

Auria's trunk lay unpacked, unopened on her bed. She glanced around the room, noticing with a pang the half made beds that used to belong to Etienne and Kizetta. Her parents evidently hadn't had the heart to touch anything. There was an air of restraint to the the place, everywhere she turned it was as though a thin blanket was laid over everything, and any slight movement would disturb that blanket, and cause some un known horror to come crashing down.

The room was eerily quiet - there was something unnerving about this room, without Etienne's gabbling and Kizetta's scheming. Her head as quiet too. For the first time ever, she missed not being able to hear them. She missed their annoying interuptions, their evasive, pestering comments. She missed the security of knowing that no matter she had to face, no matter how difficult the situation, she always, always had them.

[.magnarock.]

[awwww!!! that is so sweeeeeeet T^T. bless poor little aurie!]