We Who Live ⇔ syndisparklez

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Song - The funeral march
Because I'm that detailed.

•Jordan's POV•

Tom made the cross.

The two sticks were only held together by rope.

The small size of the hole that was dug made the funeral sadder.

Dia carried the small body out to the yard, blood-soaked sheet covering the gory mess.

Tom was also the one to slide the blade into the child's skull before she could turn.

It was what Ianite wanted.

Mianite, Dia, and Ianite all wore black. The rest of us didn't have changes of cloths so we just comforted each other.

It wasn't a very long funeral.

Dia buried little Ianita.

We had a few moments of silence.

Then, slowly, we all started going back into the house. One by one.

Until it was just Ianite and I.

"We should go back in. Before it gets dark." I suggested.

She nodded and stood with me.

"Th-there's two beds upstairs in the guest room." She stammered. "I'm going to stay on mine for a while."

"It's your right to grieve, okay?" I assured her. "Your daughter died unfairly."

She nodded as we stepped into the house.

"H-have some food, Dia knows his way around the kitchen."

I didn't have much of an appetite after that event.

I let Ianite go to her room and joined my group in the living room.

Sonja and Tucker had grim looks on their faces. Tom was just staring into space.

"We're in the guest room. Two beds. Tom and I'll share."

Tucker nodded solemnly and escorted Sonja upstairs.

"C'mon, Tom. We should get to sleep."

He didn't respond. He was zoned out, staring at nothing.

"Tom?" I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"Bedtime, boyo!" Dia chuckled.

"Alright."

Tom trudged upstairs and I followed behind him.

I felt bad. He looked somewhat traumatized.

My comforting instinct kicked in.

I put my arm around his waist and hugged him to my side, kissing his temple.

He froze. I glanced at him. He was blushing, staring straight ahead.

Oh shit, is he taking this as flirting?!

I took my arm back, cheeks tinged red.

"Sorry, uh, habit."

Tom walked ahead, laying down on the bed and closing his eyes.

I put my pistol under my pillow.

I don't know if Tom fell asleep immediately but if he was awake, he showed no signs of it.

•Tom's POV•

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

I laid on my side, facing away from Jordan, eyes closed.

When someone shuts the lights off, my eyes shoot open, a million thoughts running through my head.

He did that with Ianite, right? Maybe it was actually just a habit. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

Maybe I'm reading too much into my own feelings. I was so sad just a minute ago, anything would've cheered me up.

But his lips were warm against my forehead.

All I could think about was that Jordan was less than an inch away.

I could move my hand, just a little, and touch his fingers.

Heat rose to my cheeks.

Why the fuck are you thinking about romance when you got a little girl killed just a couple of hours ago?!

Tears came back to my eyes.

'You could've saved her. You monster!' Mianite had said.

He's right. I wasn't fast enough. I killed another innocent.

YES I DID JUST PUT ALL THE BLAME ON TOM

YEAH HUH

IM TERRIBLE

I GOT AN XBOX

IM HAPPY :)