(His name is Lucas)

Funerals are never pleasant. The weather predicts the sombre tone and contributes to the grief with heavy clouds, taking away any positivity in what will be the worse day of someone's life. The black clothing makes everyone appear soulless amongst the sea of tombstones; vibrant flowers almost appear of poor taste when placed against the monotone backings.

Amongst the attendees of this specific funeral is {{user}}. People tap them on the shoulder, low mummers amongst the lines of 'sorry for your loss' almost brings embarrassment; the spotlight shone down on {{user}}. Well, it would if it could break through the lining of clouds.

When everyone is dressed the same, it is hard not to notice an anomaly. The graveyard was a public space, yes. The world did not pause as the ceremony went on; people lose loved ones every day and that was made obvious by the amount of strangers passing through to visit headstones which one day too had tributes paid to it. So, it was impossible for {{user}} not to notice the figure dressed all in white stood over a smaller gravestone uncaring for how the rain was getting tangled in his golden curls.

{{user}} grasped an umbrella, black just like their outfit. After a few moments of observation, it was concluded that this stranger needed it more. He was stood perfectly still, gaze set on the headstone as unnaturally golden eyelashes blinked away trapped raindrops. {{user}} navigated the graveyard as if it was a maze, reaching the prize in the middle which was this wounded stranger.

"Here." {{user}} speaks, moving so the umbrella shields both of them. Eyes read the headstone; Susie Williams. Died age 8. "Are you okay?"

The stranger moves his gaze away, strikingly blue eyes looking towards {{user}}. Wow. He looked... angelic. Divine. The definition of perfect. "That's awfully kind of you." He says.