My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 291: Every Occasion Ready For a Funeral

Nina

The next morning, Enzo and I woke early to go to my sister’s funeral.

The Luna had no funeral. I couldn’t decide if that made me feel good or bad, though. It seemed as though she had no real family, no one who cared that she had died. Even my father seemed completely unfazed by her death, and seemed more relieved than anything. I guessed that it was the mark of a truly bad person, for someone to only have people be relieved by their passing.

Selena’s funeral was small, too. As we arrived at the burial site, which was just a little ways behind the mansion down a path in the woods, it was only the three of us: my father, Enzo, and myself. Aside from us, there were only a few of my father’s guards and an older man in green overalls with a shovel in his hand and dirt on his face. My father introduced him quietly as the groundskeeper for the mansion, but didn’t say his name. The groundskeeper said nothing.

My father had picked out a beautiful coffin for Selena. It was almost a cherry red color, with ornate edges and a delicate wreath of flowers on the top. I had only been to a couple of funerals in my life, but it was always shocking how small the coffins could be. Selena’s was especially small, seeing as how petite she was. If I had died alone with her, there would have been two small coffins.

As we paid our respects to my sister, the wind blew uncontrollably overhead and rustled the treetops. The pointed peaks of the pine trees swayed in the violent wind, and even where we stood in the forest below, my hair whipped around in my face. The sky was gray and overcast, and it was darkening by the minute. It was certainly going to rain soon. I couldn’t help but think that it was my sister’s farewell; a raging tempest, coarse winds and cold fingers. It was fitting for her, I thought.

forward to stop beside her coffin. He laid his hand on the wood and held it there for a while with his eyes closed. No one said anything, and neither did he. There were no words of farewell, no grandiose speeches or anything of

while later, my father finally stepped away from the coffin. He turned his back to us and turned his face up to the sky; I could tell that he was hiding his tears. After all, he had lost not only his first wife, but now one of his daughters. Now, it was just

stoically with his back turned, I walked up to Selena’s coffin and placed my hand on it. I adjusted the

we never got to be friends,” I whispered, knowing that my words wouldn’t be heard by anyone except for

Selena’s coffin. I was sure that he

to shovel dirt into the grave. That was that; it was over. It was a short funeral, but I liked to imagine that Selena wouldn’t have minded that. But, at the end of the day, I didn’t really know her. I only knew the version of

turn around until the coffin was already covered in a thin layer of moist dirt. By then, a freezing rain had begun to fall and little crystals of ice were forming in my hair and in my eyelashes. He walked over to me with his hands in his pockets, and lowered his

you have another question,”

his lips, and then nodded again. “Yes. Are you going

stared back at me silently.