𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 ━━ 𝑃𝐸𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐾𝐸𝑅

twenty-four. funeral

ANTE BELLUM: XXIV - DON'T MAKE PROMISES YOU CAN'T KEEP

ANGEL'S CRIED FROM ABOVE, MOURNING THE LOSS OF CAPTAIN STACEY. Raindrops kissed the earth, raising a petrichor scent, and families and friends all gathered around George Stacey's grave. The Walker's were present at the funeral, Ivana stood by beside Helen as she comforted her. Ethan gripped little Simon's hand, the youngest of all four, fat tears streamed down his chubby cheeks, which broke his heart. Connor stood in between Philip and Howard, his hands resting on their shoulders as he showed them their support. And lastly, but not least, Gwen, was absolutely torn. Ramsey observed her carefully, her powers were suffocating her when she arrived at the cemetery, but weirdly enough she was able to control them with ease, like flipping a switch.

Ramsey gripped Gwen's hands as they stood beneath her umbrella, the blonde teenager had fallen into a trance, her eyes were aimless and somber. There was no emotion, just a reflection of how broken she was from the inside. The service went on without any interruptions, Ramsey was feeling great after what happened three nights ago. Things seemed better with her like she had just found a deeper connection to life, everywhere she went she could feel the surrounding energy, and she couldn't help but soak in it. Ever since her encounter with Finn or Hayek- Bloodline, whatever (they never really settled for a name), things had changed within Ramsey. What freaked her out is that they changed for the better, it's like they've been amped, and she could do way more than just feel people's emotions. She could do way more than that... she just didn't know yet.

After the funeral, Walker and Stacey separated, understanding that they needed time to heal as a family. Ramsey decided to walk all the way to Peter's home, the rain drizzled and despite just coming from a funeral, the Bianchi girl felt alive. She brought her hand up and stared at it, she moved her thin and long fingers, and she watched them dance while asking herself what had changed within her. There's this icky feeling in her chest, like an impulse, it wanted her to use that new energy on something... or someone.

"What did he do to me?" Ramsey mumbled. She took a deep breath and stuffed her hand inside her raincoat pockets, she pushed all thoughts related to that night aside and enjoyed the rest of the walk.

Furthermore, she arrived at Peter's home, closed her umbrella, and knocked on the door. She waited a few seconds before she saw him, her breathing seemed to slow down and suddenly the world and everything that was happening right in this instant didn't matter. Ramsey smiled at him, not brightly and not flirty, it was charged with emotion and Peter seemed to know exactly why. He didn't smile nor bother to hide his sorrow, he made his way to the door and opened it, and what Ramsey saw crushed her soul.