𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ

❥ ¹⁴salty.. ꩜

FUNERALS. OH, HOW SHE HATED them. Everything about funerals was uncanny for her. The burying of a loved one, knowing you'll never hear their laughter again. Unaware to the fact that when you say goodbye to them, it could be the last time you see them alive.

Maggie was dressed in a long black dress that had a boatneck neckline and a black ribbon in her hair. The dress had been her grandmother's when she was a young girl herself around Maggie's age.

Maggie put on a pair of long black gloves and walked down the stairs, the sound of her black shoes clicked against the wood — a sound too eerie for her ears. Mick was at the bottom of the steps, dressed in a black suit with a matching trench coat and black gloves.

The both of them were dressed head to toe in black, and Maggie knew they wouldn't be the only ones. Once she was in his reach, he pulled her into his arms to embrace her, a feeling of security and comfort washed over her nervous body.

Maggie was already dreading the day ahead of her and Mick's hug was his way of preparing her for it. He gave her a peck of the head before muttering to her, "Come on, we don't want to be late."

Maggie held onto him, looking up at the sky. Grey clouds were swirling and sweeping their way over the small driveway of Maggie's home, threatening rain — but in Maggie's head, this was no surprise. Most of Irelands weather was rain in her opinion.

"Who's going to be there?" Maggie asked as Mick opened her door for her, "Me, you, people who were friends of your dad, some of the Shelby people you invited yourself and other people who knew your Dad." Mick informed her as he got in the drivers seat.

"How many in total?" She asked, not really wanting to know the answer. "Sixty-two all together." Mick replied. Maggie felt like crawling up into a ball and dying when she imagined the pity and sympathy.

The girl who had no alive relatives, the girl they pitied and felt sorry for. "If it gets too much for you, let me know." Mick mumbled as he started driving. "Mhm, will do." She nodded as she looked out the window, biting her nails — a sign of anxiety.

"What if someone recognises you, what if you're caught?" Maggie looked over at him, worry in her eyes. "I won't be caught, believe me. Sure, they haven't even got a picture of me." He reassured her.

Mick looked over at her for a short second, seeing the anxiety and slight fear on her features. His face softened as he looked at her, "It'll be grand, Magpie." He said truthfully, Maggie's face relaxed a little at how sure he sounded of this.

"Still, play it safe." Maggie warned him, "Where is the ceremony?" She asked before Mick could respond. "Finglas, in Glasnevin Cemetery." He replied, looking straight ahead of him at the road, small droplets of rain were falling gently of the windshield in front of them.

Maggie crossed her legs in an elegant manner and mumbled something that sounded like an "alright".

By the time they arrived at the small chapel, it was raining more harshly than before. This only seemed to dampen Maggie's mood more as black umbrellas came into view.

The car came to a halt and Mick turned to her, "Are you ready?" He asked, glancing at the chapel and back at her again. "Not really, I just want it over and done with." She sighed, Mick climbed out of the car and went to open her door for her. "You'll be grand," He whispered in an assuring way as he helped her out of the car.

The two approached the chapel, walking up the steps and pushing open one of the big double doors. Just after that, people began arriving. Mick and Maggie greeted them and thanked them for coming before the people would take their seats.

The Shelby's arrived, but not all. Polly walked up the steps, leading Tommy and Ada who were behind her. "Maggie, I'm so sorry. He was a good man." Polly spoke gently, embracing the blonde girl like a mother would embrace her daughter.