Okay this fan fiction is in the POV of Cassidy Casablancas. Um, it'll have Macidy but also a twist that will shock everyone. I'm working on getting the summary up.
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The sun was starting to make its presence known, peaking out from behind the clouds that had held Neptune captive for so long. Robins flitted from tree to tree, announcing an early spring. Winter had finally released its icy grip and flowers were, again, blessing the world with their simple beauty.
It was a sad day.
The funeral had just ended and people were already starting to disperse. I could hear wisps of their conversation as they discussed ‘her poor family’ and what a ‘horrible shame’ the whole situation had been. I saw a few people look my way, their gazes harsh and accusatory.
I ignored it all. All I could do was kneel, reading her headstone again and again. She couldn’t be dead! And yet, there was her name, etched into the rock for all to see. As much as I wanted to deny it, the proof was glaring me in the face.
With all my might, I pulled out memories from the back of my mind and dusted them off. Clinging to them, I finally took a look at my surroundings. My heart shattered and I flinched as the jagged edges pierced my soul. How could life go on like this when someone I cared about was dead?
The tears could be suppressed no longer. With a sob that came from deep within me, I crumpled before the tombstone. Once the floodgate had been opened, I discovered that, there was no stopping the emotion that poured forth. I was aware of people staring at me but I didn’t care anymore. I had given up airs of indifference a long time ago. I did care. And it hurt.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look into the concerned eyes of Veronica Mars. I bit my lip and didn’t pull away as she hugged me.
It’s funny. A year ago, I never would have imagined being here, saying good bye to someone I cared about, crying in public, and finding comfort in the arms of Veronica Mars. But, as I know all too well, a lot can change in a year’s time.
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The sun was starting to make its presence known, peaking out from behind the clouds that had held Neptune captive for so long. Robins flitted from tree to tree, announcing an early spring. Winter had finally released its icy grip and flowers were, again, blessing the world with their simple beauty.
It was a sad day.
The funeral had just ended and people were already starting to disperse. I could hear wisps of their conversation as they discussed ‘her poor family’ and what a ‘horrible shame’ the whole situation had been. I saw a few people look my way, their gazes harsh and accusatory.
I ignored it all. All I could do was kneel, reading her headstone again and again. She couldn’t be dead! And yet, there was her name, etched into the rock for all to see. As much as I wanted to deny it, the proof was glaring me in the face.
With all my might, I pulled out memories from the back of my mind and dusted them off. Clinging to them, I finally took a look at my surroundings. My heart shattered and I flinched as the jagged edges pierced my soul. How could life go on like this when someone I cared about was dead?
The tears could be suppressed no longer. With a sob that came from deep within me, I crumpled before the tombstone. Once the floodgate had been opened, I discovered that, there was no stopping the emotion that poured forth. I was aware of people staring at me but I didn’t care anymore. I had given up airs of indifference a long time ago. I did care. And it hurt.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to look into the concerned eyes of Veronica Mars. I bit my lip and didn’t pull away as she hugged me.
It’s funny. A year ago, I never would have imagined being here, saying good bye to someone I cared about, crying in public, and finding comfort in the arms of Veronica Mars. But, as I know all too well, a lot can change in a year’s time.
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