Sixteen days ago (Stefan's funeral)
Sebastian stood up from the couch, feeling overwhelmed he walked out of the room. He shouldn't be missing his brother's funeral, but he couldn't stay in that room with everyone. He detested all the black and the crying. Or how everyone came to tell him how great Stefan was and how he should protect his family.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and glass and walked away from the crowd, but on his way to his room, he ran into her.
"Sebastian," her soft voice is now raspy and dry, probably from crying.
"Hello, Christine."
"I heard you were back, but I couldn't believe here you are," she said.
