The thin rain pouring over his head and shoulder should be bothering him, but it was not. Standing in his black suit, like many of the other men around, Liam Orson watched the coffin in front of him, with a priest across preaching something he did not care to pay attention.
Turning his head to one side, his blue eyes covered by dark glasses caught sight of a woman near by another grave-stone; her light brown hair falling loose over her shoulders, well protect from the rain by the black umbrella she held on her hand; she was wearing an overcoat, which was entirely buttoned and reached almost the knee, revealing the ends of her also black trousers. Her expressive brown eyes, which he knew the colour from previous meetings, were covered by some huge glasses too. The blond lad had the feeling she looked back at him, but he could not know that, and he could very well be wrong; she could be staring at the coffin, which was more likely and Liam had to suppress his wish to laugh pressing his lips hard against each other, letting out only a smirk almost unnoticeable. He found the fact that this woman was standing there, actually coming to the funeral, strange to say the least. But then, what did Liam Orson know?
The vibration of the mobile inside his pocket made Liam stop looking at the brunette, and glad she could not know he was staring for his dark glasses. He contemplated the thought of not answering the vibrating thing, but on a further thought, he reckoned it could be important – and besides, the sensation was annoying him.
Reaching for the mobile, the lad threw a few looks around him, excusing himself in the process of walking to a more secluded area – which happened to be the direction he had seen the brunette woman standing. But before he reached the sought place, his eyes caught sight of the display on his mobile and Liam suddenly froze. He sensed himself becoming pale and as if the air left the room. On the display, the flashing lights formed the word ‘Jane’. His ex-wife.
With a trembling hand, and still feeling unsure if he should, Liam pressed the green button, slowly lifting the mobile to his ear. “What?” he sounded dry.
“Hey Liam love, I wanted to talk to you for a bit” her voice sounded cheery, which sent Liam shivers, dreading the next sentences to come out of her mouth.
“I’m busy” the tone of his voice still was dry, and despite the rush of emotions running through the lad just for hearing her voice, he made a good job of not revealing them in his voice. Liam knew he could not break down because of her, least to her, even if not in flesh.
“Oh no, you’re no-ot. I checked your schedule and I know you have nothing planned today, silly” still she sounded cheery, but the underlying sarcasm Liam picked in her voice, he found creepy – times like this made the lad wonder what made him fall in love with her in the first place; they didn’t have that much in common after all, and it took Liam just too long to realize they did not get along so well and he ensured to make himself and everyone else believe.
“I’m on a funeral, silly, and stuff like that I don’t think you can have marked on your schedule, you know?” Liam completely ignored the fact she nosed into his schedule on purpose, he knew it was not worthy confronting her about it, it would only turn into a fight, and definitely another fight with Jane was the last thing Liam wanted; thus, he went for the sarcastic approach.
“Yeah, maybe. Unless you’re planning on killing someone…” Jane’s tone of voice was no longer cheery, and neither had it sounded like a joke.
“Is that a threat, or am I missing something here?” Liam enquired, more for the sake of it; he did not believe Jane was capable of that, but then again, he did not believe Jane was capable of many things she had done recently. You can never be too careful, but murder was too much, even for that mental of a woman he happened to marry and swore his love eternally… until it ended.
