Undercover

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Written 23rd of August, 2017

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter-drip-drop.

Black umbrellas bloomed like flowers. Hair framed bloodshot eyes and hid the tears that rain hadn't washed away in time. "Today we are here in memory of Daniel Fenton. Friend, Son, Brother. He was a compassionate boy who would defend even those he passed in the street. He died heroically, helping his friends get away from the devastation. He will be remembered."

Jack Fenton stood besides his wife, Maddie, with a blank expression. He just couldn't comprehend the loss of his son. Who would share fudge with him and go on fishing trips now? Who would sit with him and watch football or help to test out new weapons? Who would comfort him when the women of the family were shouting? Nothing, nothing would ever be the same with out Danny.

Maddie leant into her husband, putting her face on his shoulder so that she could cling to him like a lifeline. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening, no! Loud sobs burned her sore throat and nurtured her headache. Danny couldn't be dead! He just... he just couldn't be...

Jazz stood of the to the side with her head hung low, seemingly emotionless. She knew how he'd really died and knew he'd died at peace. She refused to give in to her desire to cry over his grave when she knew he wouldn't want that. A soft sigh escaped her lips. He'd died a valiant death and had few regrets. It was futile to mourn if only for his youth. That kind of innocence had long gone, leaving a proud man in its place. She was sad to see him go, but that was that. Her brother could finally have some rest...

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Sam sunk further into her warm bed. She and Tucker had refused to attend his funeral, afraid of lies that might be told of him. Instead, they went the next day and stood by his grave. They said their own words. Words that documented everything that he'd done for the town, for the world. For the whole day, they sat and leant against the already placed gravestone with red eyes. A few ghosts even came by to say their own words, as well as his family stopping by to add more flowers and cry over his grave. Sam sobbed, she thought she wouldn't lose him until they'd grown old together and maybe even raised a few kids. Fate is a cruel master.

This was so emotional for me to write. I nearly broke the emotion at the end though because I originally wrote 'popped a few kids' instead of 'raised'.