Hello, and welcome! It took me a while to work up the courage to do this, but here I am!

This particular drabble was actually based on a song- Black Cadillacs by Modest Mouse.

Reviews and critiques are much appreciated, and if you really like it, you'll leave prompts so I can write many more. :)

P.S. I tried to fix the tense errors (it sort of mutated while I was writing it), but I'm sure I missed some, so please point them out if you see any. It's supposed to be in present tense.

Enjoy!

It wasn't yet raining, but he could tell it would soon. The clouds hung low, dark and thick, and thunder rumbled in the distance, just loud enough to cover up the words of the man speaking.

"Mr. Sharp was an excellent soldier, a fantastic airman... honored to have known him, fought with him..."

Alek doesn't know the man, but he assumes he is important. After all, unimportant people generally don't make speeches at funerals.

Looking over the group assembled, Alek once again feels like he was intruding. He doesn't truly belong here, and almost everyone seems to know it. He has received more than one hostile glare.

But she had asked him to come.

So here he was, standing just on the fringes of this private ceremony, which, thankfully, was coming to a close.

As the man finished speaking, the morose gathering slowly filed out. Last came Deryn, her lovely face pale, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She stood for a moment, looking lost and confused, until he stepped to her and put his arms around her. Burying her face in his chest, her thin shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Pity and sorrow welled in Alek's stomach. She was losing everything. Her brother had been shot, and her dreams of flying had been smashed with the reveal.

And soon, Alek himself would be leaving.

Though he'd rather not think about that.