❥ ℛℯ𝒸𝓀𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ ❥ •𝖦𝗂𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖡𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾•

• 𝒮𝒾𝓍 •

THE BELLS RAND LOUDLY AND THE
cold air rushed through Amybella's lungs, making her shiver. She pulled her coat tighter around her and looked at Gilbert, who walked dejectedly beside the Minister. His body looked slimmer than usual in the black coat and he had a black scarf wrapped half-heartedly around his neck.

They followed the cart with Mr. John's coffin, which was pulled by horses, trudging through the cold snow. Amybella looked to Anne beside her, who was also looking worriedly back at her.
Bella wanted nothing more than to hug Gilbert in this moment. She wanted to be there for him, as his father had wished.

"How old was he, Mr. Blythe?" Marcus asked quietly, walking between her mother and Bella.

"I don't know," The girl replied quietly.

"Did he have much land?" He then asked and Amybella's stomach turned.

"I don't think that's the right topic of conversation at his funeral." She said with sharpness in her tone.

"Watch your tongue child." her mother said warningly. The other people didn't hear their conversation.
Amybella felt a deep dislike for Marcus. He was stingy and you would have thought he had no heart beating in his chest.

They arrived at the cemetery and the pastor gave one of his usual sermons. However, it sounded much more stiff than comforting. When he had finished, the people moved slowly towards the house. There would be coffee and cake.
Bella walked slowly to Gilbert. He sat down on a bench next to the small cemetery and stared at his father's grave. He seemed like he was trying to realize what had happened, a feeling Bella knew all too well. She sat down with him and followed his gaze.

"I'm so sorry for your loss Gilbert. Your father was a very good man. You're a lot like him." she interrupted the silence. Gilbert didn't look at her, nor did he show a reaction.
Bella took his hands into hers.

"Don't let it eat you up Gilbert, let it out and let it go." She said and laid the other hand into his shoulder. She saw his expression turn painful.

"Allow yourself to grieve him." She said, her tone low. She saw his skin turn red slightly and his body sinking further.

"I just.." he said and his voice broke.

"I don't know what to do." He said and the first sob went through his body.
Bella pulled the boy in and leaned her head onto his shoulder plates as he held his head against her stomach.
She heard the boy starting to cry. His shoulders were shaking and the girl closed her eyes.

"It's okay." She said and let the boy break down in her arms.