Blood has been spilled. Justice is demanded.
They were never meant to be together. There were secrets and rivalries rendering them distances apart no matter how close they stood. In a world ruled by guns and violence, they found each other, not kno...
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Dealing with death was never easy. Especially if it was someone close to you.
It was something that people barely think twice about until the inevitable happens to them. It was something that blocked the senses or enhanced them, it was different for everyone.
When Emilia's family had died, she was too young to understand a single thing. She only knew that her house had burned down and that her family burned with it. She failed to understand the power struggle they had been in and the bullets riddling their bodies.
There was no funeral since funerals were more for the living than the dead. Quite useless for the Orsinis because their only remaining living relative was a six-year-old who was taken in by the man who had ordered their murders.
The only thing she had centered on was the fact that her stuffed unicorn was okay and that she had a new home with new toys. Children didn't understand much, sometimes their understanding was not even enough to cover some things. It was why they were children. Innocent. Naive.
Now, she knew better, having gained an understanding of how the world worked. Perhaps that was the reason why she felt Finn Wallace's death so strongly because now she understood Death.
Or perhaps, she felt it so deeply because she can feel the toll it had taken on the man who walked beside her.
They had left the house in tow of the car holding the coffin. Marian had insisted on walking alone, taking the lead of their small procession. She was followed by Sean and Emilia, walking arm in arm. Then Jackie and Billy. Then the Dumanis.
All of them not uttering a single word, as if their lips had been sealed shut. Emilia's eyes flickered to Sean from time to time, checking on him as he seemed like a mechanical object. He looked unfeeling, walking at the same pace, straight to the church.
She supposed he had a lot to think about, what with the pressure of taking over the business, becoming the head of the family, saying goodbye to his father, and as if that was not enough, he also had to find his father's killer.
All of a sudden, a flower arrangement from the car slid right off the roof, making everyone stop in their steps. A tall man immediately stepped in to help them put it back.
She found it curious though, how he seemed distracted and how his eyes always strayed to their group. It was as if the man was observing them. Quite odd. It was as if he didn't know what a funeral procession looked like.
Keeping the man's face ingrained in her mind, she continued in her steps toward the church. After all, they were to say goodbye to a great man.
There is no room for anything else. At least, there shouldn't have been.
