Reason-Sequel to Caution. Purpose. Faith-A Derek Hale Story (Teen Wolf fanfic)

Chapter 7: Blurs of Black and White

I would like to dedicate this chapter to @fluffymeowcat's grandfather who had recently passed away. May he rest in peace =(.

First Cory now this! The world is really dark you guys =/

xxx

SSC

The funeral was like a blur of black and white against a green canvas, Meg remembered staring at the coffin, drifting in and out of the reverend’s words and then eventually watching as the polished wooden coffin was gently lowered into ground until it disappeared from her eye.

“Hey papa, Bobby asked me the weirdest question in school today.”

“What was the question?” Samuel Day replied vaguely while reading his newspaper while sitting on the living room couch, his horn-rimmed spectacles were balanced on the bridge of his nose and he had to constantly tuck back a strand of his loose blonde hair that obstinately hindered his vision.

Meg remembered her father to be someone who paid very little attention to his appearance, with shoulder length blonde hair—usually held back in a loose ponytail—he never had time to cut, being busy with work and devotion to his one and only child.

Meg noticed the way other women looked at her dad when they went shopping, their longing stares directed at his boyish smile and tall broad yet lanky body. He had sharp features with thick dark brown eyebrows that Meg had inherited that accentuated his amber eyes, also a feature they shared but other than that they were as different as night and…well day. Now that she thought about it, his last name really suited him.

“When I die would I rather be cremated or buried?” He lowered the newspaper and looked to fifteen year old Meg—who sat on her bean bag staring up at him— his eyes were full of wonder as a smile of amusement pinched the corners of his lips.

“A rather cryptic question for a kid to ask don’t you think? Your friend Bobby is very strange.” He mused while folding the newspaper and placing it on the seat beside him, Meg grinned and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I know, but it was a good question, I never really thought about it…have you?” She had asked and her father rubbed his chin in thought, pondering the question with much interest. Meg had waited anticipating her father’s answer, never knowing she would be fulfilling them only a few years later.

Funerals, they always brought up the worst memories, she remembered her father once telling her that he never liked the idea of being buried in the ground, she didn’t understand his reasons behind not wanting to be buried when he died which was why she honoured his wishes and cremated him, but it made sense now.

A grave stone was a constant reminder of what was lost, even though it allowed a space to visit when you missed them it will always be there as a statement to the world that the person died, they were gone and they were never coming back, a repercussion to sadness once felt.

Isaac stood between Stiles and Scott but he kept glancing at Meg every few seconds—she stood on the opposite side of the grave—just to make sure that she wasn’t crying but from the blank expression on her face Isaac knew she was spacing out, maybe as a way to cope or maybe she was in her own sad thoughts of her grandmother, slowly reminiscing, unable to grasp the situation, Isaac knew he couldn’t.

Out of curiosity he followed her gaze and found it to be fixated on a woman on the other side of the grave, Isaac didn’t recognise her and from one look at her graceful figure, high heels and spiral auburn tendrils that fell onto the shoulders of her white blouse paired with a pencil grey skirt. He knew she wasn’t from Beacon Hills, the woman was dabbing away a few tears but her hazel eyes were cold and almost resentful, who was she?