14 My nightmare

*****Henry*****

Tears ran from my face uncontrollably as I saw Mom and Dad’s bodies placed in a casket surrounded by flowers and candles. All pack members gathered around, their faces filled with grief and disbelief at the loss of our beloved parents.

I hold my brother’s pants tight as he is too tall for me to hold his hand, feeling the weight of our new reality sinking in. The sound of muffled sobs and whispered condolences filled the air, a sad reminder of the pain we all shared at that moment.

“Brother…,” I looked up and saw my brother's face dry; he was not weak like me and was not crying but was staring at his parent's casket with a determined expression. But my tears continued to flow freely, a physical manifestation of the deep ache in my heart that would not be soothed easily.

I wiped my tears, but new ones began to fall as I realized the immense void that had been left in our lives with the loss of our parents.

One pack member stepped forward to close the caskets, but I ran f