I'm Sorry For Your Loss ↠ Seth Clearwater

one

In a small house at the edge of town, Finn Wesley stood in the middle of his dining room. Looking to see people in every corner, humans all around him giving him small sad smiles, saying the words he was tired of hearing.

It was all the same now. Every voice, every sound, all of it just sounded the same now. He'd been hearing it for the last two weeks. The sentance had started before his grandfather had even passed away. It was just the nurses at first. Whenever he sat on the uncomfortable hospital chair, they'd place a hand on his shoulder and say it. Every time it brought tears to his eyes, because he was already suffering the greatest loss he'd ever feel, and he wasn't even gone yet.

"Honey? Are you alright?"The sound of his mother's worried tone snapped him out of his thoughts. His tired eyes finding hers as he let out a deep breath.

"I'm fine" He nodded, but she could tell he was lying. Mothers always know.

"Would you mind giving this to Mrs.Forbes? It's good to keep busy dear" He felt like he couldn't say no, the last thing Finn's mom needed was someone else to say no to her.

"Of course"Pressing his lips into a thin line as he grabbed the glass baking dish from his mother's small hands. Not missing another "thank you for coming" that slipped for her lips as another group in black entered the Wesley house.

Somehow in his mind, Finn thought it would have been easy by now. Maybe not during the day leading up to his passing, or the day he died, maybe not even while they planned the funeral, but Finn wanted it to be easier now. He needed it to be easier now.

He wanted the easy route, the cheater's lane, and he'd be the first to admit that. He read somewhere that death helps a person grow, it shapes you into a stronger person, it makes you live a better life in the end. He didn't want to grow, or be shaped, or live a better fucking life. He wanted to wake up feeling as happy as he had four months ago. He wanted to go back to playing football and going to school. He wanted his grandfather back. He wanted his life back.

Finn felt like he wasn't living his own life. Like he was a character in a video game or a book; he felt numb. He felt numb every time he moved or spoke, or during all hours of the night where he didn't sleep.

"Here you go Mrs.Forbes" Finn's voice was monotoned, and there was no smile that usually hung on his lips.

"Thank you dear"Finn stood there awkwardly as he handed her the bronze glass dish, which if he remembered correctly, held the brownies she made for them a few days ago.

Her next words made him dig his fingernails into his palms, made his breath stop. Made him want to scream and yell; but he couldn't. Finn refused to break down in public, he refused to cause a scene for his mother. Because after all the years of his mom doing everything in her power for him, it didn't seem fair to not do the only thing shes ever needed in return; for him to be strong.

"I'm sorry for your loss"

But sorry did absolutely nothing. It didn't bring him back and Finn couldn't come to terms with the fact that he'd never see his grandfather again. It didn't feel real.

On the same day, close to one of the beaches in Lapush, the Clearwater family stood in a small funeral home. They stood in a line, watching as people came up to them, said whatever they needed too, before they went to visit Harry one last time.

"Thank you for coming," Seth said as he shook Charlie's hand, the older man wearing the same devastated look the young boy was.

"If there is anything I can do for you or your mom, don't hesitate to call me okay?" The sound of Charlie's voice breaking brought the Clearwater boy to tears. Harry meant as much Charlie as he did to Seth.

"How are you doing honey?"Sue asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as she rested her head on it. Both of them let out a sad sigh at the same time.

"I can't turn around, because it makes it all real, he can't be gone mom" His voice was still strained, the tears fell freely from his eyes, he couldn't keep it together any longer.

The sound of the large front door opening made Seth look up through glossy eyes, the boy watched as the members of the pack walked in the front door of the funeral home. They weren't in black, or fancy looking. They wore cutoffs and white t-shirts, except for Quil who wore a band tee; the way Harry would have wanted them too.

"Thank you all for coming"Sue smiled sadly, shaking Sam's hand who looked at her sadly.

"I'm sorry for your loss"When the words left Jacobs's mouth, it made Seth's heart rate speed up and his nostrils flare. He could feel it, it was like something exploded inside him.

"Why? What does that do? Sorry, won't bring him back? It won't fix the fact we don't have a dad anymore. So why does everyone fucking say it?" By the end of his outburst, his heart was only beating faster as everyone's eyes were now locked on the boy who began to shake.

Sam went to place his hand on Seth's shoulder, but the younger boy knocked it off with his own hand.

"Don't you dare touch me" His voice held more than just anger, and he meant every word of it. If under any other circumstance, there would be no way Sam would let someone talk to him the way Seth had.

"Seth-"The younger boy didn't even care to stay and listen to what Embry had to say. He was tired. Tired of thinking, of listening, tired of trying to bear the agonizing pain he felt of seeing his father in a casket.

Not bothering to turn around at the calls of his name, none of which came from Sam, he booked it towards the woods; hardly getting to the tree line before he turned.

Seth couldn't come to terms with the fact that he'd never see his father again. It didn't feel real.