𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢) - 06

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3rd person pov:

It was the day of the funeral of the woman who was taken way too soon. Her family stood around, eyes wondering wherever they could look, trying to avoid the casket that had just been placed infront of them.

Next to the mother stood their youngest son, who refused to take his mp3 player off his suit - so, his family refused to argue.

Next to the son, there stood the Nublar 6. Brooklynns signature pink hair tyed into a ponytail, Kenjis hand intwined into brooklynn, as they tried not to cry. There also stood Ben, Yaz and Sammy - who were all sobbing to their hearts content. They hadn't known the girl for that long, but it felt like a lifetime.

"We are gathered here today for the burial of the beloved hero, Daisy"

Darius couldn't help but sob at these words, his emotional barrier falling down.

Everyone watched the scene unfold, and didn't waste any time trying to calm down the boy.

He had lost so much, his father and his sister in the space of 8 months. It was too much for the boy to handle.

People were talking, but no one dared to utter any words to the boy.

"Darius, she's in a better place now" Sammy tried to comfort her new found friend. Trying to hide the fact that she was, too, effected by the death. Even though her and Daisy hadn't been close, she still saw her as a sister figure.

Ben nodded, also joining in with the session. He, two, was upset. He had been close to the girl, he had helped her at one of her worse points. However, everyone could see how upset she had been in the car.

All of them couldn't help but wonder what happened.

And only Darius knew, he was yhe only one who knew about her trauma. 

He had watched her die infront of his eyes, longing for her to hop up - hoping it was a prank.

But it wasn't. 


It was all real.

He wished it was him.

But it wasnt, so he was stuck.

He was stuck living with guilt and dread - only living for her.


He sat at the stone, everyone had eventually left. He sat infront of the piece, letting his sobs escape his lips. He couldn't help but feel guilty, she had given up her life for them. She didnt even know them! But she did, and it broke him.

"It should've been me, Daisy"









"I'm sorry"




He whispered, leaving the stone.











"We will meet again"













































"Sooner than you think."

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