The streets were bustling as the new morning broke through the dark clouds that had covered the day before, however, in September's head the whole world could have burnt and she wouldn't have noticed. Not today. She stood all in black staring into the emptiness that filled her tears. The coffin was lowered into the ground as the priest said his part. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He was only 20. The same age as her. The funeral went on to long. The crowd of sorrow hovered over the tomb. Suffocating the grief from September's hollow heart. His mother stood tears rolling down her powdered face leaving dirty lines. Eventually the swarm of mourners dispersed and there was only September left. Her gift seemed to pale in comparison to the many wreaths, photos and loving messages but she knew he would need it. A dark secret hovered over the atmosphere tainting the goodbye with a bittersweet sensation.