Khiana's P.O.V
Dark brown wood, black and sleek,
and blurry.
Shiny with my tears, puddling on the lid and running off the sides.
Quite ironically it's bright and sunny.
Like the universe is shitting on my head.
The whole bloody town is here, for him.
But they don't know him like I do, only that he went missing after getting hit by a car, only that he got mauled by an animal (likely wolves they say) or tortured.
The torture story is only a rumour but the wolf attack is official, even John Whitter covered it in the local news.
They're filming the service.
At least, these are the rumours. I'm not paying enough attention to know.
The only people here who actually genuinely care, Me, Emma, their Great-Aunt even made a trip. Jake's here but he never really liked Ed anyways.
"We had one unfinished d-huh"
How fucking cliche, right in the middle of my eulogy a freak gust of wind blew my olive green scarf off and I stupidly go after it.
It's fine i didn't want to speak anyways, I tell myself.
Yes, olive green I said that didn't I, Ed said he despises the whole black at funerals thing, well i guess its despised now isn't it. . .
I'd wandered quite far away but not to much that I couldn't get back.
I'm pulled from my thoughts.
Out of the corner of my eyes I caught movement, a glint of . . .metal?
Walking even further away from the fake tears and news crews, I pick up my now dirt dusted scarf and follow the shine.
I follow it 'til it disappears coming face to-tree-to gun.
Sending a silent thank you to Mother Nature for all things green, I peer round the thick-set tree.
To the feet of the gun's carrier, battered off-white Chuck Taylor's with the laces undone.
Ripped dark grey acid wash destroyed jeans.
Plain white shirt, fairly muscular arm, strikingly familiar face.
It can't be
Ed, my Ed, the same Ed whose body is supposedly sitting in a casket only a couple trees away.
The same Ed, all these people are here to say goodbye to.
It can't be
The same Ed, I've spent the last month searching for.
The same Ed wh-who I've cried over for so long.
And he has a gun
I just refuse to believe it
Blinking a couple times hoping everything is a dream and I'm with Xander searching for him in the rain. In the forest
Anything but this
Nothing has changed it's not a dream. At least the gun is down now.
In his other hand he holds a phone to his ear.
A lot of time has passed, I hadn't noticed.
At the edge of the clearing were 3 sleek Black SUVs.
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