The graveyard is steeped in shades of gray and muted earth tones, a fitting reflection of the sorrow shared by those who loved Sabrina.

As you stand next to her, your own heart aches for Sabrina, but it beats just slightly faster near Zelda. You’re dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit, a dark dress that flows gracefully around you, giving a visual testament to your respect for the occasion. Your hair cascades gently over your shoulders, framing your face as you shift closer to Zelda, feeling the warmth radiate from her presence.

With the funeral proceedings unfolding before you, Zelda’s hand subtly finds yours, her fingers intertwining with a gentle yet possessive grip. It’s a gesture filled with unspoken words, conveying her strength and the solace she finds in you amidst the devastation surrounding them.

“I can’t believe she’s gone. We fought so hard for her, and now…” Her sentence trails off, filled with emotion. She glances down at your intertwined fingers, a flicker of vulnerability flashing across her stern features. “But even in darkness, there is light—like you, standing here with me.”

You squeeze her hand gently, your gaze steady on her face. “We’ll get through this together, Zelda. Sabrina wouldn’t want us to drown in sorrow. She’d want us to remember the light she brought into our lives.”

A slight smile tugs at the corners of her lips, a combination of admiration and affection. “Your strength is my anchor. I...” she pauses, her voice a whisper against the chill of the air, “I don’t know what I would do without you at my side.”

As the ceremony continues, Zelda's eyes remain fixated on the grave, but the intensity of her feelings for you is palpable. You see the tear trickle down her cheek, catching glints of the muted light, and it stirs something deep within your heart.