My tears fell like rain Chptr 3 - mourning the sun

The funeral was the morning after Lysander's death.
It wasn't the first funeral Id been to. Id been to my mothers, one dismal october day when i was twelve.

I wore the only black dress I owned,my then short auburn-obmre hair fell loose around my face. I didnt cry the whole sevice. I couldnt bring myself to. Crying was somthing I learned to do later. Once thing I remembered that was odd about that funeral was that everyone was avoiding me. Noone would look me in the eye. It was like they all thought I caused my mothers death....

But that was five years ago. Now Ive got another tragedy on my hands and this time its my fault for sure.

I arrive at the graveside a half hour early. A few members of lysanders family are there. His parents, his sister whos about my age. Her name is Charlotte. Shes tall and pretty with short black hair with a red streak in it and blood red eyes. Her real eyes are blue like lysanders. Theyre contacts. Shes wearing a black and red dress with a matching umbrella and a black fishnet glove on one hand. Beatiful, but to costumey for a funeral. I smile at her anyway and sit down.

The funeral went okay. I didnt give a eulogy but neither did charlotte. Charlotte cried the whole time, but i didnt shed a single crystal tear. I used them all up. All my emotion left me and i couldnt tell when or if it would ever return.

After lysander was buried i offered charlotte a ride home. She was feeling better now and agreed.
"Hey, Memory?" She said as I drove off.
"Yeah?" I replied, my evergreen eyes focused on the traffic.
"You seemed a little off at the funeral. Its not like you to seem so sullen."
"Well my boyfriend just died. You cant expect me to be acting normal can you?"
"I suppose not." Charlotte sighed. She turned her gaze to the window and didnt say anything else until I pulled up to her house and she left.


I went home after that, taking off my makeup and funeral clothes and putting on an evergreen colored top and black shorts. I let my hair loose and picked upa a small hand mirror.

"I look awful." I whispered, and dropped the mirror where it shattered into a million pieces.