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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"You'll be alright."
Emilia had murmured softly to him as he stood up slowly to walk to the podium.
She could see Sean pat his pockets for the index cards she knew he kept. He never liked talking in public. He always had the tendency to speak passionately, which was not always a bad thing but when it came to formal public events, the risk was not guaranteed to be worth it.
"Finn Wallace may be gone, but I still see him everywhere I go. Look around, you'll see him too. I could hear him as you all filed in and took your seats. He lives on in the murmurs of a thousand languages. Each telling their story of how," Sean paused, glancing down at the index cards. "Finn Wallace was able to change their life."
Emilia could see Sean's hands begin to shake, his emotions beginning to overtake him. He had always been someone who chooses to follow his heart over his head. She wasn't surprised he was still like that.
He continued though, as he was. "His story is forever carved into the skyline of this city. A city he transformed into his likeness."
'And one day, your city will be your downfall. Your legacy will burn!'
Emilia zoned out for a moment, remembering one of the last few things she had said to Finn before leaving. She had said those things at the heat of anger, mostly hateful words that didn't make any sense. She didn't know that he would go like that.
If she had known...
She was pulled from her thoughts when an object was slid over to her, a package covered in cloth. Emilia looked to Marian who wordlessly gave it to her.
Understanding the older woman's intentions, she handed the object to Jacqui, who looked confused. She opened the package, revealing a copy of The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Jacqui became filled with emotion, placing a hand atop the book, just above its cover. Emilia rubbed the woman's arm, prompting Jacqui to smile in thanks at the girl who had been like a little sister to her.
"He did so much for all of us." Her thoughts were diverted when Sean's mood seemed to shift from melancholy to silent rage. "All of you."
The murmuring of the crowd caught her attention and she saw the reason for the sudden onslaught of his anger. It was the man from before, Luan Dushaj, exiting the church in a haste.
At his exit, Sean's emotions took over, index cards now forgotten, planned speeches be damned.
"My father was taken from us on the streets of London and now, London will deliver to us, those that took him. Finn Wallace. He's still here." Sean spoke, before striking at his chest in emphasis of his words.
