SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 45

Third person's POV.

Whispers.

There were whispers of people in hushed voice while their eyes are fixed on someone particular.

That's what the world does. Always.

Whispering sinful things to others for their own pleasure and peace. Finding that peace in the misery of someone else.

Instead of helping the other, what they all do is whisper a couple of pitiful words while giving them a sympathetic glance.

To feel that supremacy over others.

Something Taehyung really despised.

Adjusting his blazer, he walked towords the church. It was the funeral of Bella Enrique.

He arranged the whole funeral. Taehyung even made sure that Lenzo was aware about it, knowing well that Yoon will be here for some reasons and he's so gonna see that Bella isn't alone even after their death. Their body is given a proper burial instead of letting it open to get rotten.

They are acknowledged in this world. Even after their death.

By the look of it, he knew there were a small amount of people from Yoon's close once who knew Bella along with some of the members of church from neighborhood to acknowledge the death. To pass their condolence.

And Taehyung didn't let any closed once know so it leaves to Yoon. He didn't even let his own parents know since he felt like there's no need for them to be aware about or more like he don't want them to know as simply he don't care.

Storm wanted their burial in this very place itself for some very reason and he didn't questioned it.

What concerned him more was, how dead she looked. A walking dead. Her eyes were so cold that he couldn't see that sparkling glint which he always noticed. That little sparkling glint of her soul through her eyes. It wasn't there and it just cold. There's nothing left in her.

Walking inside a church is something Taehyung wasn't keen on though. It's been so long since he have stepped in to a holy place. Too long perhaps. Well, he isn't exactly a religious person. No shit.

Walking inside, everyone was wearing black along with him. Men were wearing that black suit while women wore a simple plane black dress while their eyes displayed evident pity.

He don't even know most of the people here while he let his gaze run through in search of a certain person. To have a glimpse of someone his eyes are craving for. The one and only person who matters.

And it was only a matter of few seconds as his eyes were blessed with the sight of the person he have been haunting through the small amount of people.

In the midst of the small crowd, she stood alone firm in ground.

Although everyone was wearing black, she alone stood in a white clothing, a comfy baggy white full sleeved tee and a sweat pant.

White. A shade that denotes peace and purity. In funeral, it shows the respect and gratitude towards the dead one. Her very own mother whose in peace while leaving her behind in this world.

She still looked pretty from a far though. So little.

Like an angel.

His baby sparkles.

Storm didn't even looked up from where she stood as she didn't had it in herself to keep her heads up at the moment, and Taehyung hated that.

She was keeping her gaze low, something he really hated at the moment. Her gaze weren't meant to be hidden. She shouldn't be the one to cast her head down.