The Funeral

“And may the soul of Ethan Mars Riordan rest in the almighty’s right hand. You can now drop your final gifts.”

The funeral of Ethan Mars Riordan was a small affair. Only a few family members and friends were invited on the rainy Friday evening for the funeral ceremony of the late Riordan. Every invited member was dressed in expensive black wear as expected and they all held an umbrella each to protect themselves from the drizzling of the rain.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, the fake cries and wails from a few people reverberating in the air, taking over the sounds of the drizzling rain. As the priest stepped aside from the entrance of the mausoleum after spraying some holy water inside, everyone made their way to the grave except for Caspian and Anna who stood a few meters away from everyone.

They started as the guests dropped their flowers and paid their last respects to the dead. “Are you okay?” She peered up at him. His eyes were covered with thick dark glasses and she w