Happiness can be found in even the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light
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Blossom stands in front of the funeral home in a simple black dress that ends at her mid-thigh and her hair let loose. She watches as strangers go through the door to see her brother. She is angry at them-they're only here to be here, they don't actually care.
"Aren't you going in?" a voice asks. Blossom turns to three boys. All of them are in black suits with green, blue, and red ties.
"Soon," she says weakly, glancing over her shoulder as more strangers walk in. "I wish my mom just made it family."
"But then others wouldn't get to say their goodbyes," Boomer says sadly.
"These people aren't here to say goodbye," Blossom says spitefully, glaring as an elderly couple walks in.
"Yes, some might not be, but a lot of us are," Butch corrects, coming next to her shoulder.
"Sure," she says harshly, walking forward. Butch calls out to her to come back, but Brick puts a hand on his brothers shoulder, shaking his head and turning away. The two boys cast sad glances out at their friend and turn after their eldest brother.
Blossom walks through the door, slightly surprised to see the massive amount of people milling like lost sad sheep in the halls. She frowns in distaste and pushes her way past people, trying to make it to the viewing room.
"Blossom! Blossom Rose!" a familiar voice yells. Blossom stops, turning to see her mother running up to her, the two elderly people from before right after her. "Blossom this is your Aunt Margret and Uncle Joe!"
Blossom stares in shock as she recalls memories of them. Her relatives. She shakes her head, tears filling her vision and runs away from them, ignoring her mother's calls to stop.
Finally out of breath Blossom slips past a door, going into a room with many chairs. She stops short as she spots a wooden casket on top of a podium. Inside, she knew, her brother lay to rest. She turns around and plops into a seat, placing her head in her hands. Tears prickle at her eyes and she let's them dribble onto her cheeks, marking their trek.
"I thought I'd find you here," a voice says, making Blossom jump and turn. She sees her sister bounce off from a wall, walking towards her. She was in the same outfit as Blossom, with her hair also down.
"What're...you doing here?" Blossom asks, sniffing and wiping away tears. Berserk smiles sadly and sits next to her sister, wrapping an arm around the back of her chair.
"My little sister needs me, so here I am," she says with a light humorless laugh. Blossom doesn't even smile.
"John needed you, why weren't you there for him?" she counters, staring up at the closed coffin. Berserk let's out a puff of air, letting the smile slide from her face and leans back in the chair.
"Has anyone ever told you the story of the three little pigs?" Berserk asks. Blossom rolls her eyes, wiping away her tears and stands up.
"I don't have time for fables, Berserk," Blossom says bitterly, turning to leave. Berserk grabs her hand, pulling her gently back into the chair.
"I'm pretty sure you've never heard this version," she whispers with a smile. Blossom doesn't smile but she stays put. "Once upon a time there were three little pigs. The oldest one was protective, the middle one was cheerful and happy, and the third one was smart beyond comparison. One day the oldest pig was looking around for her sister and missed picking up John-I mean the third little pig."
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My perfect life
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