Your father recently has passed away, you weren't devastated, you were actually happy he did. He wasn't the best dad you could've had, he was the worst you'd seen. But you couldn't show it. No. You'd be criticized for smiling at such day.

Your chest felt tight from holding back your smiles, you couldn't help it. You were overwhelmed, having the urge to flip the table and yell "fuck this funeral" and leave. But what would the people say? For all you cared, but you stayed well mannered.

Sitting in the front row, were your family members along with you, back row were some men you hadn't seen before but didn't bother looking back either, counting the seconds to run out when it's done.

A man, older looking, was on his phone behind you, he looked bored. His ankle was on his knee as he scrolled through his phone when you felt a hand fiddling with your hair. You didn't move, didn't want to cause a scene.

He was still twirling his fingers through your short locks subconsciously while scrolling on his phone, completely oblivious to what he was doing. But damn.. you can feel his fingers twirling between your hair. The hottest thing anyone can do.