#Chapter 139: The Funeral

Olivia The sun hung low, its weak rays straining through a thick blanket of gray clouds. It seemed as though even the heavens mourned the day. The vast expanse of the cemetery was dotted with mourners, their dark clothes contrasting starkly with the vibrantly green grass. It was strangely warm out for a spring day, and muggy as the clouds threatened to burst forth with rain. A stray gnat, awoken too early for the season, buzzed around my head and persisted despite my swatting. But at that moment, none of it mattered to me. Not the cold breeze that swept my hair, not the looming gravestone, and not even the soft murmurs of condolences that buzzed around. All that mattered was Nathan. His shoulders, slumped with sorrow, sagged even more under the weight of the loss. He stood silently, eyes fixed on the ground, his face drained of any color. The priest’s words fell on deaf ears for most of us. The ache in my heart was almost unbearable, seeing him like this.