(TW) ! topic of death ! The wind blew through her hair. This was the third funeral she’d been to this week. The third. Three were far too many funerals to go to in one week. Her mother. Her uncle. And now, her brother. Tears streamed down her face. How could this have happened? Brothers weren't supposed to die. Uncles weren’t supposed to die. Mothers weren’t supposed to die. The tears streamed. More. And more. And more. It was like she could hear a song in the wind. A song of despair and sadness and death. Cry, child, cry, Let the wind carry your tears Cry, child, cry I know you’re afraid, you have many fears But there’s no need to be scared In the gentle arms of the wind I’ll hold you close, Carry your grief Cry, child Cry The rain poured and the wind blew. “We are gathered here today to honor the death of a strong boy. He was a son, a nephew, a brother. Loved by many. It came far too soon. He was an-“ The man’s voice drowned out. She closed her eyes to let the blackness take over. It was all she wanted right now. As she faded ever so slowly into the darkness, she could still hear the faint song of the wind in the distance. Cry, child Cry
hiya! i finally finished this, i had a lot of fun making it ^^ cross my fingers i win, if i don’t then congrats to the (future) winners!
