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"John was a good man, and let his soul, in death, keep it so..." the reverend's voice became blurred with all of the other noises of the funeral in Kilaria's ears; the guests weeping, her step-mother praying beside her and, most of all, the cry for help in her heart. John had been her father, her best friend and only companion for so long that she knew nothing else. When he passed on, she nearly did herself. Now all she had was her step-mother Jilian, who she hardly knew and hardly wanted to know. The cause of her father's death was a complete mystery, the day before he had been well and active, the next morning he was found dead in his bed.
Kilaria found it hard to concentrate on the reverend's words. She left the church and stepped onto the porch. It was raining, but she didn't care, she hardly even noticed through all of her despair. She had not shed a single tear over her father's departure, but as she thought about him more, she felt a sting behind her blue eyes and she broke down. She screamed, tears streaking her lovely face, made even more beautiful through pain. She sunk to her knees and looked up into the rain, remembering all of the times her father had comferted her at times like these, but he was not there that time. That thought made her even more desperate. She collapsed onto the ground in unstopable sobs, soaked to the bone in rain and tears, silently screaming through heavy sobs of fear and despair. She was so wrapped up in her sadness that she did not notice the shadows moving beside her. "Miss...? Miss, are you quite alright?" the man's voice sounded concerned. Kilaria was so startled that she stopped aobbing. She turned over to face the stranger, a tall, handsome and gentle looking man with dark eyes and dark hair. She looked up at him mutely, silently pleading for help. "Miss, you'll catch cold!" the man said. "Kilaria..." Kilaria mouthed, still unable to speak, or take her eyes off of the stranger. "Pardon?" "Kilaria," she whispered, "My name is Kilaria..." "Kilaria. How beautiful, it fits you." Kilaria blushed and bowed her head, thanking him silently. "May I have the pleasure of learning your name?" she said, looking up into the man's face, trying to fit a name with it. He held out his hand to help her to her feet, "Alexander." Kilaria took the hand with a smile that brightened up the tragic face, "Thanks..." her face grew sad once again "...and had you not from out that shadow come, I would have perished here." Alexander took her by the arms and spun her into the light pouring from the open doors of the church onto the gloomy porch, "Why should such a lovely girl as you be so despairing?" She looked him straight in the eyes, took a deep breath and said "The funeral is my father's." Alexander let her arms go and looked down at her silently, no readable expression upon his face. Kilaria stepped out of the light and sat on a stone bench beside the church doors. "I am so sorry." Alexander's voice sounded so sincere that she almost began crying again, but all the tears had gone. "Wher you close?" he took a seat beside her on the bench. "He was my best friend, my sole companion for all my life, now he's gone!" soft music drifted out to them from the ceremony within the church. Alexander stood and offered Kilaria his hand, she took it and was swept into a dance she would never forget. Before the night was over, she and the friendly stranger wher kissing in the rain.

I'm not depressed on the outside anymore! But on the deep deep inside, I bet you a billion dollars that I am! Guess why... I'm going to start posting my story, The White Diamond Goths, on here soon, so, READ! Espessially Marcella(saurus)!

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I'm still a bit depressed... pluss I'm reading a romance tragedy right now called A Long Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen before she wrote Pride And Prejudice and Sense And Sensibility... Depressing...

I'm still depressed... no really...?