Song Recommendation: So Cold by Ben Cocks
The soft tear-like drizzle from the gloomy grey sky continued to pour without pause, wetting the black leather umbrellas held above the heads of the audience standing around the vase grasslands covered in tombstones.
Delia stood next to Dilen's tall frame, staring through the dark veil fabric over her face to watch the coffin seated in the six-feet deep pit. Dilen tightened his grip on her fingers with Ariella on the other side, holding unto her hand.
The priest continued the last few lines of prayers, finally shutting the Bible in his palms and lowering his head in respect. Delia couldn't shut her eyes to pray as tears had filled her lens ready to pour out to the slightest agitation.
The cold moist breeze blew the flare of her dress as she continued to stare the coffin then slowly to the person standing next to it without an umbrella.
Her heart shattered further.
