Chapter 27

For some reason despite there not being a single rainfall for days, it rained that Friday. The car ride to the burial ground was quiet, with Kurt staring out the window with his hand underneath his cheek.

I kept on looking at him, with such an intense gaze, egging him to turn his head and look back at me. Nothing. I decided to place my hand on his hand, still nothing.

I let out a very audible sigh, and my gaze went to the rain falling outside, the sound of the windshield wiper being loud in my ear.

We got to the burial ground, and the driver opened up the door us to come outside while holding an umbrella to protect us from the rain.

I shivered as the cold hit me on getting out of the car, I brought my hand up to protect myself from the cold that currently cut through the entire atmosphere.

There was this depressing face that almost everyone was making, as they stood around waiting for Kurt and I to come through. There were all wearing different shades of black, some were crying, while others were comforting everybody.

I look around to see if there would anyone that I could recognize, there was no one, save except for Rachel who sat at the middle row with her bowed.

Me and Kurt sat at the front, and the coffin was opened showing Mr Higgins dead body. While the priest went on ranting about how the Moon goddess would take good care of him, I was giving Kurt another intense gaze.

I just wanted him to look at me, the way in which he was doing things is not even healthy to say the least. I sometimes feel like he is doing it on purpose, but I doubt that.

I once again place my hand on his own, even if he didn't do anything I left it there. Let him know that someone was seating next to him and genuinely care about his well being.

Then people started going up to talk about what a good person that he was and how he was such a great leader and such. Then it was time for Kurt to give his speech and he stood up, removing my hand from his.

He walked up to the front, giving the coffin a passing glance. He brought out a piece of paper at first, looking through the words that was written there.

I watched as he tuck in the paper into his breast pocket, it was almost as if he was trying his best to remain composed.

"My father was..." His voice cracked, he then rubbed his eyes, cleaning away the incoming tears. "My father was a very good man, he... He thought so many things that I am sure I wouldn't have learn from any other person. I loved him with my whole being and loosing him isn't something I expected to happen. We always joke about him living till he was a hundred plus." A small laugh escaped his lips, as he looked with a distant look in his eyes almost as if remembering a memory from before.

"But, I guess life would always be life I guess. It never always goes as plan, and that's not a bad thing. I am just happy that he got to live a very memorable life, as for that let's not be sad, let's be joyful." He said, but I know that those words are the words that he wishes to tell himself but sadly couldn't speak.

He walked back to his seat, he looked at me for a fleeting moment before turning his attention back to the priest.

The pallbearers came and took the coffin, everyone followed them outside to walking in a very slow and sombre manner.

The intensity of the rain had reduced and we got to the burial ground, and the coffin was lowered onto the bottom of the grave that was dug for his coffin.

We all gathered around, and Kurt took a handful of sand and poured it on the grave. Then they started shovelling the sand into the grave.

Kurt looked on with tears that was pricking at the corner of his eyes. I held his hand once more, as a means of telling him once again that I was here for him.

"Do you think that Kurt would be able to lead the pack properly?" Someone said behind us.

"You do know that it was mostly the advice of his father that was leading the pack behind the shadows despite his retirement." Another said.

"I don't blame him, he is a very young lad when he took up the role of Alpha. He barely even have any form of leadership skills."

"We just hope and pray for the best."

I bit my bottom lip in anger. How could they say such things? He has been trying his best, despite him being a very annoying and cocky person.

I looked at Kurt, I was one hundred percent sure that he heard what they were saying, but just choose to ignore. I let out a breath and smoke came out of my mouth, showing me how cold it was around us.

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We got back home, and I ran to my room to peel off the clothes from my body, I removed the hairpin and let my hair fall down in a gentle wave.

I wore something comfortable in the form of t-shirt and pajamas pants.

I then stepped outside, and I almost bumped into Kurt. Who looked at me for a moment, then he walked away from me once again.

I had almost gotten to the stairs when he suddenly called me, and I spun around on my heel.

"Yes?"

He looked at everywhere but me, then he told me. "Thank you, for at least being there for me. I am grateful."

Before I could speak he had already walked away, heading to his room. The sound of the door closing shut echoed around the hallway, and once again there was silence.