chapter 33

Third person's p.o.v

Death. The end of a life with no point of returning back. Attending a funeral of someone whom Linda thought would forever be with her was immensely blood-curdling.

There she stood lifelessly in the rain next to her father's casket in the graveyard. Seemed like mother nature was mourning as well. It was all gloomy and rain was pouring like cats and dogs. Some of the people in the blacked dress were showing their sadness by talking good about her father leaving no doubts that he left a good impression on every single person that he came across when he was alive.

This did not go unheard by Linda. It was a proud moment for her but the situation said otherwise. If only her father was not lying blandly on the casket, ready to be buried six feet underground. Henry hated the color black. He said that it brought depression to him and yet he was effortlessly lying in a black suit along with so many people dressed in black color, attending his funeral.

Who would care for