𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓
The quiet music played in the back, the low chatter and sobs, followed by sniffs filled [name]'s ears, the light breeze causing her black dress to sway in the wind, holding the flowers in her hand.
She couldn't focus on the words her relatives were saying, paying respects to her father, her eyes were wide, focused on her dad's dead body in the open casket.
His eyes shut, his lips closed, wearing a suit, his hair done so elegantly —- relaxed, yet, so pale, the life drained out of him.
He looked so peaceful.
It was bullshit.
It was all for show.
She had seen what he really looked like before he died. The bandages scattered on his body, with the blood staining the bandages.
"[name]. Hurry up."
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her aunt hurry her up. She scowled, rolling her eyes at her.
She wasn't a big fan Aunt Ginger —- she was a bitch. She hated her dad, she didn't even know why she came to the funeral. She was nothing but rude to him the whole time he was alive, also being rude to [name] as well.
She gently placed the flowers on his chest, her eyes glued on him the whole time.
"I love you." She whispered softly to his body, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his cheek, before she turned, glaring at Aunt Ginger, avoiding eye contact with everyone sat watching her, walking to the back, sitting down.
She glanced around the room, the low music playing on a quiet volume, as people payed their respects.
It was quiet, only the sounds of the light sobbing and sniffles, she looked away, looking towards the food table.
She hadn't eaten in a while.
Or slept.
This was the first time she had gone out in two months.
She had stayed inside her room —- even after she had seen Gwen at the bridge, she had just stayed in her room, not eating, not sleeping.
Her mom was too busy to pay attention to anything around her, too busy drowning herself in drinks as she poured herself another one, her 6th one.
[name] narrowed her eyebrows, she stood up, walking over with a slight frown on her lips.
"Sweetheart....." her mom slurred slowly, stumbling over to her and cupping her cheeks.
[name]'s nose scrunched up.
She reeked of alcohol.
"When is your father going to be home? I'm making your favourite for dinner—-" she tried to speak, only to stumble around to her glass, chugging it down, before pouring herself more.
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VAMPIRE EMPIRE - GWEN STACY .
Fanfiction"I don't understand why you like me so much ." "How could I not ?" GWEN STACY X FEM! READER . Gwen Stacy never really wanted friends, she had no desire to get close to anyone. . .not after what happened with Peter. She stayed far away from everyone...
