[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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SILENCE COVERED THE COURTYARD, Issac was silent like anybody there.
Shadows loomed over the coffin that had just been planted into the ground. Nobody was in the wooden structure, only memories were. And even the clouds mourned the day by casting dark shadows over head, the golden sunlight was hidden beneath. The air was ice cold hitting everybody hard like hail.
Issac stood straight, his head bent over, his raven black curled hair hanging, loosely. His expression was sorrowful and sadness could be hinted on his young face. He was only thirteen years old after all, he had been now for many months.
He was now standing in front of his fathers grave, people he had never knew gathered around. All dressed in shades of black and gray, some holding onto umbrellas just in case it rained. Oddly enough, every book he had read with a funeral it was usually raining.
His best friend, Lyris stood close to him, hanging her head low as well. Her dark brunette hair curled down to her shoulders. Her black dress was knee length, but her expression sorrowed.
His sister, Adeline was letting tears roll down her pale face. Her icy blue eyes were filled with sorrow and pain that couldn't be contained. Her hands gripping on a necklace their father had made for her.
His mothers hand grasped his shoulder gently. Her eyes held back tears that threatened to fall. Her hair had fallen over her face, never in her life had she expected this to happen so soon.
The priest began speaking, but Issac blocked out his words. He didn't need lies they would preach about his father. He just wanted the memories of his father that he would always remember.
Maybe the clock had struck somewhere violently heaven. Maybe there was angels waiting for his father, or had been. Him and his father hadn't been as religious as his mother.
His father had died onboard the U.S.S Kelvin that had been attacked by romulans. Not many had survived and not many had escaped without a scratch. But his father was among those people who had died.
Most of his friends from Starfleet were there, but Issac never kept track of them. He could recognize faces, but he couldn't remember names quite, easily. He would probably be able to spot them in the crowd of people.
The priest finished up his words by saying, "Alastor Merlin, father, lieutenant, son, may you rest in peace."
Everyone seemed to blur around him as some turned and walked away while others walked to the coffin, whispering a few regrets. Issac stood there, waiting for the right moment to step up to the grave. Waiting till everybody disappeared so that they wouldn't hear what he'd say to the coffin.
His hands were clutched around a bouquet of pale red roses in crinkled white paper. Everyone disappeared around him as he took a few steps towards the coffin. The clouds began to cry as light drops of rain fell on his black clothed shoulders.
