There was a couple in the trio, though I was not quick to judge. But the sign was persistent and established since the blonde haired broad was finger stitched to the tall guy, both of their faces blazing with laughter. The ivory maned girl looked distraught and uninterested as she strayed away in nonchalant steps.

I acknowledged the fashion of the triangle's versatile behavior and was quick to spot the pointers of their nature since my frenzied perception ran around in hunt of something interesting.

And the sudden untold departure of the ivory girl fancied a further dictation and attraction to the silent motion picture as I tracked her walking away without raising a word to the herd.

The couple's swallowed absorption satisfied each other since none of them noticed the rapid exodus of Alabaster Girl as she wandered around with a fidgeting complexion.

I disposed my airy stare to quickly hide my attention towards the hint of the story. But the Alabaster Ivory didn't treat me with any special consideration since she walked passed me, unaware of the old man's eyes.

The girl's characteristics were nothing more than typical, didn't stand out in the usual gathering of the appreciation to mother nature's beauty. But her explicit and manifested nature showered a different hue which crafted a certain attention of mine to her.

The loose backpack hitched onto her waist for its dear life and the new shiny lensed camera hung from the left shoulder, carelessly and at the same time callously looked after as the plastic and metal hinges were shiny and polished, marking its importance on the higher scale.

The look back of the girl was probably to investigate if her expert escape was confirmed by anyone but the gloomy caress of her loud sigh informed me that her getaway was indeed, a secret.

Even though it was what she probably wanted, but at the same time it was the deciding feature of how much ignored and invisible she were to her peers and company.

I regained my lost steam with the discovery of a wistful sight as the young Alabaster's cheek momentarily flooded with the waterfall of the water of her eyes. I averted mine, thinking the interested wreck of my mind was invading the privacy of her mourning of something moody.

The departure of her quick feet as the camera were uncared for and swinging a suicidal ballet, left an awkward taste in my mouth as the first day of beauty already lost its title as the day presented a component, truly bummed out.

Needless to say, it was very un " Spring "  like.

I revived myself from the street and wandered around hopelessly, wondering if the beauty of the season were only limited to the outer show of things and were just a facade and a careful white lie to the soul. It might be the understatement of an old man as the flowers were pretty and the grass could not have been more greener. But the sight of a sad ivory youth who was on the peak of her life, were making me question the individual characteristics of such praise to nature.

For my lack of attention and a hypothesis of philosophy of life, carelessly taken me to the front of the church.

My mind must had been the silent culprit as it saw the chance of my vulnerability and guided my automated body towards them.

My unsolicited arrival was ignored since the Priest, a man in the confused age of late 30's and a paramedic with distinguished blue uniform were huddled into a tight triangle. The conversation must had been important for their lack of notice to me but it also seemed to be about something uncomfortable as no one really sprouted any solid words.

" Maybe a few minutes more. " The breath heavy voice of the Priest fueled me to think that whatever that was on his mind, was proving to be a hindrance to his breath.

" We waited for hours. " The man in the 30's station shot a sigh of his mouth, aiming to display his annoyance towards something unknown to me. I stood near but also in a nonchalant hue, performing the lie that I was interested in the architecture, I was listening in.

" Um.......er........ I mean. " The paramedic's opinion was no up to scratch as he blurted in embarrassment. Following his gaze to the casket a few feet away, I helplessly noticed it.

Someone had passed away and this was the preparation of a burial.

Spring was losing its beauty with every breath.

I inflicted an array of wounds on my mind, as I battled the decision making voice about whether to stay in the beautiful facade of the nature. As I was leaving, stitching up the plan to stay home and never come out in weeks, the entrance of the Alabaster girl in the vicinity of the church halted my attention and taken the quick accord to linger around.

The few distracted snaps of her camera, as the shutter squinted then retracted themselves to their original place, the triangle of uncertain conversation broke off as the Priest faltered from his stance and ushered to the women with a prickly haste.

The 30's man departed with unsaid formality but couldn't make it far as he halted to smooth the messy parts of his hair. They weren't making him look bad but the sudden action was in place to hide his anxiousness or the arousal of his discomfort. He wasted a minute more, producing a perturbed reaction on Father's face. But the Priest soon became relieved as he walked down and met them in the center.

Against my will, I kept on my lingering prose as I joined the thin crowd near the coffin. The casket opened up with the help of the Paramedic on the nod of the Father. Whoever was in there induced a saddening gust of heavy breath as he retreated to the array of chairs.

The white winded chairs were large in number and causing the ridiculous extraction of desolated emotion as the present people didn't occupy more than 5 of them.

The element of surprise that, the girl with the Ivory strands was corrupted by the interest towards the same thing as she stopped the snaps and the admiration of the church's architecture and pondered a closer look to the gathering.

She approved a formal smile to the women and sat down beside them as the Father stood behind the casket. I couldn't quite see the corpse as I was creeping from a far distance. But I felt the tug of sadness, thinking that even the death, the poor bastard didn't or more pathetically couldn't draw such a crowd.

He spoke and I shut the aching voice in my mind to comply to his words, in search of the last offering of the day.

" I know, it's obvious that most of us gathered here, personally, are not acquainted with the man who had left us. "

It was a man but the specification of the gender was not making me feel any better.

I didn't know my attraction to such a gloomy ritual but the magnitude of the environment kept me in the trance.

" And I am very sorry to say, I was not fortunate enough. "

I was possessed by the grump code of the old age as I snickered a sarcastic smirk. The truth behind my demoralizing snicker of disrespect appeared when I heard his words. Somehow everyone becomes a saint when their lungs stopped recycling the air, the heart stops beating the blood and the eyes stops peaking.

" But I would like to believe that, Mr. Oswald Wood was a man to admire and to know. "

He paused and so did my mind from all the ceaseless chatter it was creating.

The world must had felt silent or I, my old age had finally deprived me from the blessings of sound.

The bizarre noun of the sentence he pronounced was stupendous, questioning my thought that I had misheard him.

Since the father in the funereal suit, just announced my death.