#ome play with angry daci at dads funeral.

[dacianav]

Marius Vasile had always seemed immortal, looming over the rest of them with his unchanging strength. But yet here she was, at his funeral hiding in some side room off the main sanctuary at the church they’d been regulars at for as long as she could remember. As the oldest (recognized) child, Daciana of course had to speak. She supposed she should be nervous, she absolutely knew she should feel sadder than did. But she felt nothing, a big empty space sucking all semblance of human emotion out of her, filling her chest with the numbing nothingness of rage. And it was fucking terrifying. 

Daciana clenched her hands into fists, sharp nails biting into the skin of her palm until she was sure they would uncurl full of blood from little crescent moon cuts. The eulogy she’d written in a stream of coke-fueled consciousness was on the table before her, and there was no fucking way she could possibly get away with reading it. It was too honest, too real for something like this. So she decided to wing it, and grabbed the paper full of manic ramblings, walking over to the alcove full of candles lit for other lost souls. The flames danced in her vision as she lowered the paper until the corner caught, and watched all the hateful things she’d written burn away. It wasn’t until they spoke that she realized she wasn’t alone anymore.