OCTOBER 21st 2003
The rain poured down in little silver lines, drenching him completely in a cold comfortable shiver. dark wavy hair stuck to his brow and drops of water blurred his sight. It was like being caught in an endless world of black, black umbrellas, black coats and hats, He looked on like one in a trance, as the rain splashed in beautiful sad sprinkles off the headstone. The bold engraved letters were brought to life with each flash of lightning and every time Xavier caught a glance of “Alex Elizabeth William“. Other details like the date of her birth and death, he paid little attention to.
Steve had insisted on giving him an umbrella when the funeral began, little did he know the peace Xavier felt standing in the rain. In the rain no one gets to see your tears or dry cheeks, no one gets to know if you feel pain or not, it cools your burning heart, and soothes your hurting eyes. In the rain Xavier could zone out of the world around him, to a place just for him.
Whatever the priest said did not seem to pass through his ears, deep inside he chided himself for feeling numb instead of sad and hurt, He scolded his cold heart for blocking out all emotion and his tear glands for denying him the comfort of a good long session of weeping. Xavier could hear Alice, his late wifes‘ sister heaving amidst sobs and shudders, Ben her husband put an arm around her and tilted the umbrella to cover her completely, as Liz was gently lowered into the ground. At that moment Xavier realized, painfully, that his heart was being buried with her, even though it died a long time ago.
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Mystery / ThrillerA little hate draws the maze...long and fueled by what is mistaken for love. Hailey's been taunted and used all her life, broken, hurt, traumatised. She stops believing in people, in the world and herself...then along comes Xavier, the good looking...
