Sehun’s POV

    Brown, orange, yellow, red… how colorful… she’ll love it if she saw it. The music of raindrops on the umbrella, and the dead leaves below my feet as I walk towards her final resting place. Tombstones lined up neatly on both side of me, spreading all over the hill; some with flowers and gifts in front of them, too bad it’s ruined with the rain. What a sad day…

    Dressed in all black, I walk towards the small group of people waiting for me near her place, not home, there’s nothing warm and welcoming about it. Her casket placed near the rectangular hole, so empty and lonely.

    There were only a few of her office workers, Helena, and surprisingly, my mother. They are also dressed in black, each holding an umbrella to shield the tears of the sky. A young boy stands toward the back with a plate of single pink roses, each representing happiness, gracefulness, and admiration. What a mocking irony…

I finally joins them and stands by the side listening to the priest perform the funeral. However, I didn’t listen to a single word that he is saying, all I hear is the sound of the raindrops against the leaves. My eyes never left the closed casket which the raindrop bounces off so rhythmically. The doctor said that her face and body were so mutilated that it would be better off it I didn’t see her that way,