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EVERYTHING HURT. his heart ached, something he didn't know could ache. his head hurt, hurt from the non stop; constant thinking of possible things that could've happened to cole.
everything felt like it was weighing him down. the simplest things felt like the hardest thing in the world.
dark eye bags sat beneath his dark irises, his hair a tousled mess; something he knew cole would've fixed for him. his face was pale, exhaustion in his eyes, because he was tired.
he was so tired of everything. tired of running, tired of waiting for when death closes its grasp on him, stealing his life too.
his hand ran through his hair, his eyes staring at the stone he held in his hand. grief was in everyone, they were either mourning the man they knew was dead; otis, the man who had saved carls life. or they were mourning two people they weren't sure were dead.
yet the odds didn't seem to well. they'd been out there for nearly three days. the walsh boy hated to admit it but he was losing hope. losing hope that cole was gonna come back alive, if she'd come back at all.
they're odds would be higher if the group was searching for them. instead, they were having a funeral for a man they didn't know. it felt selfish to think about, lee knew that, yet he couldn't help but hold in an annoyed groan at the simple fact no one was looking for cole.
lee shifted on his feet, his hand tight around the stone in his hold. slowly he stepped forward, placing the stone atop the others, before moving back to where he stood. his hands folded in front of him. "bless it be god, father of our lord jesus christ" hershel spoke, reading from the bible he held in his hands. gently closing it after he finished.
"praise be to him, from the gift of our brother otis" he added, holding the bible by his side. a sigh escaping his lips as Patricia leaned into her younger sister, beth. whom lee had met the night prior. "he died as he lived, in grace." hershel added.
lees eyes burned, hot salty tears. his hands clammy, not for the man who lost his life for carl. they burned for colette. his eyes glossed over, his breathing picking up, his eyes darting in every which direction. the smallest things forcing him to think about her.
he wanted to fight for the girl, force everyone to believe she was alive. force them to go looking for her, but a small part of his heart felt as if he knew that she wasn't gonna come home.
his head felt like he was under water, and his lungs felt like he was sucking in gallons of water. like he was silently drowning but his feet were on solid ground. his fathers words had began to come out muffled, lee struggling to understand a lick of what he was saying.
