Pain

They all had known that this would be difficult, but she had never envisioned that pain could take so many forms.
They were standing next to the casket. It was closed. He wished it they would have left it open. Gods knew he needed to see her one last time. to say goodbye. to tell her the words that he had never dared let pass his lips.
There was no priest, no officer, no family. They had been the family she had chosen. They were family.
He could not help but feel miserable. he hated himself for it, but there he was, shaking with pain, anger, loneliness. His heart beat hard in his chest as if trying to escape his ribcage. He cursed at himself under his breath, but nothing worked.
The sky was lead grey. The sun had not dared making fun of their pain.
She moved among the crowed and stood next to him, on his left, where she had always had always been.
Chills ran down his spine and he raised his head. His back straightened and something new bloomed. She was there. She. Was. There. He did not need to move. He just knew. She was there. She was there and the fear that had been clawing at him backed away. She would always stand next to him. She had promised so.
He book a deep breath and murmured her name.
The name on the casket. The name of his left hand.