A Funeral for No One
"You don't have to go..." I assured my mum as I was helping her with the zip of her dress.
"No." She sucked in air. "She was my sister, I have to go."
And she did, but I saw she was still hasitant. I turned to her. "We can go home, there's still time." I took her hands in mine.
She squeezed my hands in my grip. "No, let's do this for her, for Alice."
I nodded and my gaze softened. "Alright, mum." I could see she was about to cry, but held strong. My mum returned my nod and gave me a soft smile and another squeeze. I gently led her down the path between the other graves.
It looked normal, at first glance. A normal funeral with people dressed in black. Family, friends, acquaintances. Even the sky was dressed in black today as the storm clouds sprinted above our heads.
But if you looked closely, there was one thing missing. The body. There was no one to put in the casket.
So, why are we holding a funeral if the grave is empty? Because aunt Alice deseved this, she deserved all of this after all the injustice.
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