Epilogue
Five figures in dark clothes exited the funeral, heads down. Trademark blonde hair covered, and tattoos not visible today.
The picture taken just two days before was at the entrance to the funeral home, showing her so alive, full of so much energy. They had barely known her, but she had been so… young.
No one would ever know they had been there. But everyone knew who they were. And it would stay that way. But one person knew, one person from above. She saw. And she was grateful.
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