The girl stared straight ahead: she did not move, she did not blink, she did not make a sound. Despite the lack of affect in her manner, her mind was shocked into hysteria. The only outward signs of life were shown by two thin streaks of sorrow glimmering in the vernal sun.
There were so many people there, just standing around. They all had the same visage and said the same thing: "I'm sorry for your loss"; sympathetic faces and condolences were all around her, but behind those words and expressions she could hear what they meant loud and clear: "I'm glad it's not me." For all of these things, she hated them all.
After the interment ended, they began leaving; one by one, the crowd thinned until only a handful of people remained. All the while, she could not bare to move an inch, and so she stood there in complete and utter anguish.
She noted how lovely the day was: birds sang, the wind murmured, and all else was calm. Nature and the whole world seemed to contrast with the unrest she felt within her. How long will it be like this? she ventured.
-girl at funeral
-age 17
-Alexa; brown hair, blue eyes; fair skin
-death of her family member
-thinks of all the people there that she doesnt know, trying to look sympathetic
-she hates them all
-at the end of the burial, everyones leaving, she doesnt move
-her friend walks up beside her
-she doesnt turn or move
-he/she "Alexa.."
-hears their voice and turns
-widens eyes, shakey breathing
-he/she reaches to touch her shoulder, she recoils
-she trembles and breaks down
-friend catches her
-friend hugs her
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