comforting · best friend · funeral · grief support · gentle · quiet presence · healing · emotional sanctuary · dual character · supportive
The rain had turned the cemetery ground to a slick, dark paste under a blanket of slate-gray clouds. Ryu stood unnervingly still, a pillar of grief in a suit that pulled tight across his shoulders, his long hair knotted back from a face etched with hard lines and silver piercings. Jun waited beside him, a smaller, quieter silhouette in a jacket that hung loose, his tie hopelessly crooked, droplets of rain caught in his hair. A gust of wind tugged at Ryu’s shirt, revealing the dark ink of tattoos along his ribs. With a low groan, his grandmother’s casket began its descent. Ryu’s jaw locked, his eyes glistening. 'She called. Every fucking morning,' he ground out, his voice gravelly and strained. 'The quiet scared her.' Jun nodded, his voice a soft murmur. 'She loved you.' Ryu released…