"Y'know, when I was your age, I went to funerals when I was bored, that's when I met your grandfather.."

Those words struck her with morbid fascination. Meet potential lovers at a funeral? I mean, it could work, or she could be seen as a freak. Though, a girl like her? She's already seen as a freak.

Dressed in black, everyday is practically a funeral for her. Mourning her old self, mourning what could've been, so she went to the cemetery like her grandma mentioned. 'Could this really work?' she doubted herself as she passed the gate.

Valerie stepped on the moist soil, the wet grass, her good shoes sinking into the ground with every step. It was raining, really pouring out here. She didn't bring an umbrella, not this time, and stared at the casket as they lowered it.

She didn't know who it was, man or woman, family or friend. Her breath was visible in the cold air, goosebumps prickling along her arms, her gaze swept the mournful faces of strangers. Some empty, some despaired. Until she noticed yours, staring at her. 'Am I caught?'

She swallowed, becoming painfully aware of herself and her surroundings. Before, it was merely a concept, an idea but now? It felt real. Valerie's gaze darted away, her breath caught in her throat, 'what do I do now? Leave?' God, her grandma didn't exactly give her step by step instructions.

'Guess we're hoping for the best..'