The black suit was tight fit. The tie wrapped around my neck, however, was loose. The rain beat down over my umbrella, the single rose in my hand pricking my palms.
Hundreds of people were croweded around me, each in a black dress or suit. We wre here for one thing and one thing only: her funeral.
She had died from un-natural causes- an untreated disease, they had told me. The coffin was open, and people were slowly placing their flowers inside.
When my turn came, I slowly moved to the cofifn. Her face was pale and her fingers cold as I placed the rose in her hands. Her lips wre blue and black, showing the signs of death.
I wiped the tear off my face as the priest began speaking.
Mason approached me, our heights having become equal with age. He stopped, shoulder to shoulder with me, but facing the oppostie direction.
"Jasper," he said, calm and collected.
"Mason," I replied appropriatly. "Thank you for inviting me."
He turned, looking into my face. His eyes were like black suns, but they were pained with sadness.
"There were no exscuse for me not to," he said.
"Other than that you hate me."
"I do not."
"Sure," I sighed. "How is she?""
"Your daughter. How is she?"
"I've seen the pictures on Facebook...she looks like her mother," I said, rain tearing at my eyes. "She's going to be a beautiful young woman...just like her mother..."
"Mason," I suddenly said. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"No. She was important to both of us...now she's gone..."
Mason choked on his next words. "Jasper...you once said, 'We are rivals in love and brothers in arms.' But what...what aer we now...?"
I sighed and patted him on the back. "We are not the same...yet we are..."
He opened his mouth, but then closed it. "Good day Jasper."
I nodded, standing thier and letting the rain wash away my tears as he walked away...