Trigger warning. Death mentioned.
The room was almost empty, except for the open casket. There were no flowers, no candles, no pictures, nothing to commemorate the deceased. Zoraida hadn't even wanted to even do a service or a viewing of her brother. She didn't think he deserved that much, it was like paying tribute to a life wasted, spent hurting others and just poorly lived.
However, her grandfather had pointed out that that was exactly why she needed to hold a service - because of the pain and destruction he had caused. It offered closure to those he had hurt, allowed others the peace of mind that he was truly gone and would not be coming back - ever.
Sighing sadly, Zora walked up to the casket, dressed in a simple black shift dress, plain black high heels, simply done up, hair loose, no jewellery. She looked at her brother lying there, still, unmoving, and felt nothing but sadness, sadness for a brother she had never had, sadness for the man before her that had caused so much pain and destruction to those around her and to the island itself. Part of her hoped he'd rot in hell, the other part ached because she was simply relieved he was gone. How terrible was that to be glad one's own brother was gone and could not hurt anyone else ever again?
Feeling wetness on her cheeks, Zora felt the hot tears on her cheeks and a warm hand on her shoulder as he grandfather stood by her and gazed down at his grandson. "It's alright to cry. He does not deserve your tears though," he said simply as he gazed down at his granddaughter.
"They aren't for him..." Zora whispered as she wiped away the tears, blinking back as more threatened to fall, "They are for me. I am glad he's gone," she admitted softly. ashamed for admitting to something so horrible.
"Tomas, I fear, was incapable of love, and therefore deserves no love back, no pity, only indifference and hate... Don´t feel bad, hija mia..." Rafael said softly as he squeezed her shoulder and lead her off to the side of the room to a refreshments table, away from her bother, and away from any guilt, she might feel for feeling relieved Tomas was gone.
"Let's wait over here," Rafael said, "Let others come in, pay their respects if they so chose, you can just relax and greet people if you choose to," he said wanting Zora to distract herself with something besides her guilt and unacknowledged grief.
The room was almost empty, except for the open casket. There were no flowers, no candles, no pictures, nothing to commemorate the deceased. Zoraida hadn't even wanted to even do a service or a viewing of her brother. She didn't think he deserved that much, it was like paying tribute to a life wasted, spent hurting others and just poorly lived.
However, her grandfather had pointed out that that was exactly why she needed to hold a service - because of the pain and destruction he had caused. It offered closure to those he had hurt, allowed others the peace of mind that he was truly gone and would not be coming back - ever.
Sighing sadly, Zora walked up to the casket, dressed in a simple black shift dress, plain black high heels, simply done up, hair loose, no jewellery. She looked at her brother lying there, still, unmoving, and felt nothing but sadness, sadness for a brother she had never had, sadness for the man before her that had caused so much pain and destruction to those around her and to the island itself. Part of her hoped he'd rot in hell, the other part ached because she was simply relieved he was gone. How terrible was that to be glad one's own brother was gone and could not hurt anyone else ever again?
Feeling wetness on her cheeks, Zora felt the hot tears on her cheeks and a warm hand on her shoulder as he grandfather stood by her and gazed down at his grandson. "It's alright to cry. He does not deserve your tears though," he said simply as he gazed down at his granddaughter.
"They aren't for him..." Zora whispered as she wiped away the tears, blinking back as more threatened to fall, "They are for me. I am glad he's gone," she admitted softly. ashamed for admitting to something so horrible.
"Tomas, I fear, was incapable of love, and therefore deserves no love back, no pity, only indifference and hate... Don´t feel bad, hija mia..." Rafael said softly as he squeezed her shoulder and lead her off to the side of the room to a refreshments table, away from her bother, and away from any guilt, she might feel for feeling relieved Tomas was gone.
"Let's wait over here," Rafael said, "Let others come in, pay their respects if they so chose, you can just relax and greet people if you choose to," he said wanting Zora to distract herself with something besides her guilt and unacknowledged grief.
