Death of a Bird (Dick Grayson Fanfic)

Wishes

    Barbara POV
(Back at the funeral)
  I pull Damian closer to me. I don't know why but he reminds me a little of Dick when he was younger. Damian sobs into my dress, which I didn't care. I cried with him. I look up to see Wally looking at me. I scowl.
   He was the one who made Dick grow up. Dick felt a part of growing up was leaving home, like Wally did. Wally ran off and started a new life, leaving Dick with out one of his big brothers. Dick was depressed for weeks after he left. Dick kept saying it was his fault. I hate that he thought that. I hate that Wally made him think that. I hate Wally West.
   Bruce then takes my little Dick( or Damian) back. I'm now cold. Why couldn't it just be sunny, for Dick. Reporters buzz outside the gate of the cemetery, trying to catch just a bit of news. They can't leave us be for one day!! I hate it. I wish I had married Dick.
   I love Dick. He took away all light when he moved, but I never let him know that. I always responded happily on the phone, but once he was gone I would cry.
I start to walk back to my car. I don't feel like going and sitting and crying in front of more people, surely Dick will understand. I slide into my car. I take something out of my coat pocket. It's a locket. It's beautiful silver and has a black diamond and a red ruby on it, etched in a heart. Dick gave to to me for my 14th birthday. That's the day we first kissed. He saved up for months and wouldn't ask Bruce for any help. He went down to the jewelry store and bought it for me.
I love it so much. I quickly pin it back around my neck. Inside the locket is a picture of me and Dick kissing. We were at the beach. Bruce had let Dick take me to an island for my birthday, that's when he gave me the necklace.
I sit there crying. I finally, after 30 minutes turn on the car. I make my way home then to my room. I just want to be alone. I sat down on the floor beside my bed and pulled out a shoebox. In it is memories of me and Dick. Of us as little children to a month before he left.
I grab my favorite picture and hold it to my chest. I sit there crying wishing Dickie bird was still here.