novelzi Chapter 4: More Than Mourning
Chapter 4: More Than Mourning
Chapter 4 - More Than MourningThe suit didn't fit quite right.
Alex stood in front of the mirror, buttoning the last of his father's old black blazers. It clung tightly across the chest, with years of wear and a frame that looked slimmer, but it was all he had. The only proper thing to wear to bury the man who had worn it to job interviews, church, and family events with that familiar quiet pride.
His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the tie.
It felt surreal.
It wasn't even 72 hours ago that they were talking about finally catching a break. About how things were looking up. About how his job would make his father smile again.
Now, he was dressing for a funeral.
The house was silent. Even Emma, who's always humming or sneezing or moving about, sat quietly in her room. Sarah had come in early, handling the calls, the arrangements, the condolences. She was already outside with the car.
Alex took one last look in the mirror, then whispered:
"You deserved better."
"..."
The cemetery was quiet. The clouds were gray. It hadn't rained, but the air carried a weight that looked like it had, damp and heavy.
A small crowd had gathered. Not many. Just a few neighbors. An old friend from church. One of John Stone's former coworkers who still had the decency to show up. The pastor stood at the head of the grave, his book in his hand, solemn but familiar, having buried half the neighborhood over the years.
Alex stood beside the casket with Emma on his right. The weight of grief settled across his shoulders like a second coat.
When the pastor asked if anyone would like to say something, silence answered at first. People shifted uncomfortably, waiting for someone to speak.
Then Alex stepped forward.
He cleared his throat, but the words got stuck. He looked down at the coffin, simple, oak, too light for a man who had carried so much.
He inhaled sharply.
"My father... wasn't a loud man. He didn't shout when he was angry, didn't boast when he was proud. He... endured."
A long pause.
"He carried pain he never talked about. I saw it. Every time he'd sit at the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples. Every time we had to eat less so I could pay school fees. Every time Emma asked about Mum, and he changed the subject."
Alex's voice began to tremble, but he pushed through.
"I never got to tell him what I wanted to say. That I saw him. That I knew he was trying. That every sacrifice... I noticed."
Emma sniffled beside him.
"He wasn't perfect. But he was there. Every day. And I'll never forget that."
He stepped back.
No one else spoke.
The pastor muttered a few final prayers, and with solemn arms, the coffin was lowered.
Dust to dust.
Earth to earth.
The thud of soil hitting wood was one of the hardest sounds Alex had ever heard.
After the final goodbyes, the small crowd dispersed. Some stayed around and met the bereaved with brief words of comfort and in polite tones. Others just nodded, the kind of nod that meant "I don't know what else to say."
Sarah pulled Emma gently toward the car.
"I'll take her home," she whispered to Alex. "She needs rest."
Alex nodded numbly. " Yeah, sure. Thanks."
They left and he stayed behind.
That was when he noticed him.
A man in a black suit. Tall, broad-shouldered, older. He stood with his hands folded behind him; he had his eyes fixed on the grave as if memorizing it.
Alex frowned.
He hadn't seen him during the service.
"Can I help you?" Alex asked with a low voice.
The man didn't look at him. "No. I came to pay my respects."
Alex looked him over. "You knew him?"
The man nodded slowly. "Your father was a good man."
Alex stared at him. There was something so familiar in his voice, something he just couldn't place. He tried to
Elliot tilted his head. "Yeah? You believe him?"
A pause.
"Alright, if you say so, but do you think there's more to it?" he asked quietly. "I don't know, man...Your dad, he wasn't the type to just collapse like that."
"I mean," Alex added with a shrug that's definitely half-hearted, "he was tired. Old. Maybe that's all."
Elliot looked at him sharply. "You think it just happened?"
Alex turned. "Yeah. Still... it's over now."
He started walking off, purposely leaving the question unfinished.
"..."