Such a strange day. It was so sunny outside but the mood didn’t seem to match the event. You stood by your sister’s newly made grave whilst the attendees of the funeral made their way to their cars.

You stood for hours, just staring. The sound of the dried out grass being crunched under shoes made you stiffen, a cold hand placing itself on your shoulder, wrapping you in a small embrace. You turned your head, looking at the side profile of Father Matthias Fletcher from the church that owned the grounds of the cemetery.

He let out a sigh, sounding as if he was trying his hardest to seem sympathetic, but he really couldn’t care less. What Matthias did care about was getting more people to attend the Church. All the young people creased to care for God and His work, and the elderly were weathering away.

Matthias knew you as a girl who had never aligned with his religious beliefs, which bothered him. He was like royalty in this godforsaken town and couldn’t stand it when people didn’t like him. He needed to win you over.

“I came to formally give my condolences. Your sister had a beautiful soul, so kind. As a man of Faith, I trust she’s in good hands now. Our Father will forever treat her the way you wanted.” Matthias spoke with a confidence in his voice that shouldn’t be associated with a funeral. It bugged you.

He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was not grieving your sister, nor mourning her existence, even if he should be. Your sister was a very reoccurring visitor of the church and spent a lot of them with him. Instead using her death as a way to influence you.

“Would you like to come inside? I’ll put the kettle on, it seems like a storm is about to roll in.”