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burial 2

The morning of the burial came cloaked in grey skies, as though even heaven mourned Venice’s departure. The Therapanyukul estate was crowded with mourners dressed in black, their voices hushed, the air heavy with incense and grief.

Rain, frail but determined, walked slowly toward the burial grounds, supported by Tharn and Type on either side. His black clothes hung loosely on his weak frame, and his trembling hands never left the curve of his stomach. Every step was agony, but he whispered to himself with every breath:

Rain:I have to… I promised him..

When they reached the gates, Pete was already there, standing tall with Phoenix at his side. His eyes darkened the moment they landed on Rain.

Pete: You. Stop right there

Rain froze, his heart plummeting. His lips parted to speak, but no words came.

Pete stepped forward, his voice sharp enough to cut through the prayers being recited in the distance.

Pete:I told you before—you’re not welcome here. This is my son’s burial, and I won’t have you tainting it with your presence

Vegas: Pete! Plz not here aswell let him mourn him for the last time..plus it's his right aswell remember his carrying our son's child

Pete snapped, his eyes blazing.

Pete: RIGHT!... What right does he have?! He brought shame to my son! He destroyed his peace! And now he dares to stand here, pretending to be family

Rain’s knees weakened, his hands gripping his bump. His voice came out fragile, almost broken.

Rain: Please… just let me stand by him one last time. I won’t say anything, I won’t cause trouble. I just… I just want to say goodbye

But Pete turned away, his jaw tight.

Pete: You said your goodbye when you ruined him. Now leave, before I make you

Rain’s lips quivered. His tears fell freely, but he said nothing. He looked past Pete, toward the burial ground where Venice’s coffin lay, surrounded by flowers and candles. His heart shattered as the priest began chanting the final prayers, each word like a blade carving deeper into him.

He tried to step forward, but kinn raised a hand, shaking his head with pity.

Kinn: (quietly) Don’t… Rain. Please

Rain stopped. His chest heaved as he realized no one—not one of them—would speak for him. Around him, Kinn, Porsche, Tankhun, and even Porchay stood in silence, their eyes lowered. They said nothing, though their faces mirrored pity, sorrow, guilt.

But not one voice rose for him.

So Rain stood far away, at the edge of the grounds, tears blurring his vision as he watched from a distance. His hand clutched his stomach tightly, whispering to the child within.

Rain: See him, little one… see your father. Even if we’re not allowed close, remember him. Remember that he loved us

The coffin was lowered into the earth. The wails of mourners filled the air, prayers drifting like smoke to the sky. Pete threw the first handful of soil, his body trembling with grief, and one by one the rest of the family followed.

Rain pressed his hand to his lips, choking back sobs. He wanted to scream, to run, to claw his way to the grave and hold Venice one last time—but his legs gave out. He sank to the grass, sobbing silently, his cries lost in the chanting.

From afar, he watched the earth cover Venice’s coffin, each thud like thunder in his heart. And when the final prayer ended, Rain whispered into the wind: