Warnings: Angst. This will be a short chapter.
Ba dheas an la' go oiche
Na glo'rtha binna I mo thaobh
'S aoibhneas I gach a'it gan gruaim
A`thas ar mo chroi` go deo
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Everyone gathered on that mid cold day, many friends of Hilde's from her work, stood behind her, as other family members gathered close by. Hilde sat on the chair in front of everyone; she had her head hung low in sorrow, tears freely falling down her cheeks. Trowa stood beside her, he kneeled down and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"God shall let this man to rest, for he shall not go to hell but to heaven, this brave veratrin fought in his past. He now leaves a daughter, and a son, let God bless their souls and protect from evil." The Father sighed. "Now let's bow are heads in prayer!" he whispered. Everyone bowed his or her head in respect. Folding their hands together slowly with their heads hung low.
As the Father of the Roman Catholic church spoke the prayer, Hilde couldn't move anymore, she didn't close her eyes, she didn't wipe away the tears from her eyes. All she felt was the one who loved comfort her the best that he could as she watched her father lay to rest.
That evening while everyone was inside whispering just to keep the peace, Hilde sat outside in the cold on a swing that was hung on a tree. Trowa walked around inside listening to what everyone was saying.
"I can't believe that he was shot! Why would someone do that?" one whispered. Trowa shook his head, walked over to the drink table, and grabbed a cup of juice. He walked passed everyone once again but before he could reach the door he stopped in front of Zack. Who sat on his father's chair, just staring at the wall ahead with his arms folder? Trowa studied his eyes slowly, something wasn't right. Not one tear fall but something strange was forming in his eye but Trowa couldn't make it out. Trowa just walked outside, shut the door behind him, and walked over to Hilde who was sitting on the swing that was hung on a tree away from the home.
Hilde didn't notice Trowa was coming until Trowa sat on the other kid swing next to her.
He watched the tears fall down her cheeks falling onto her black dress.
He handed her the cup of juice.
"Here! You haven't ate or had any water" he whispered.
"No thank you" she sighed with a whisper, all she did was look up at the colony fake sky.
"I'm sorry about your father" he whispered rubbing her back with his hand.
"Don't be you didn't do anything, it wasn't right for him to die," she cried.
"Yes I did, it was my fault" he whispered.
Hilde wiped the tears from her cheeks and sobbed.
"It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have left him alone, I should have stayed with him, it's my fault for letting him die" she sobbed. Trowa wrapped an arm around her slightly and sighed.
"I didn't get to tell him that I love him, I didn't get to say goodbye" she sobbed on his chest. Trowa wrapped his other arm around her letting her cry.
"Shh...everything will be alright" he whispered.
He kissed her head and held her in his arms letting her sob. He wished he knew how much she felt, he never had a father or mother, he was alone now she was, her bother was leaving soon to somewhere he guessed. He just held her in his embrace.
Ma shiu`laim o` na laetga beo
An ghrian `s an ghealach ar mo chu`l
Ni`ll uaim ach smaointe o` mo shaoil
Deora ar mo chroi` go beo`n
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Sorry for the short chapter! The next one will be long just like the other ones.