The rain continued to fall as the sky seemed to get darker, the chill not letting go of its grasp on me. I wouldn't have it any other way. Otherwise, the rest of the day would be tedious. And no one wants that. Especially not now. This is, quite frankly, the height of my woeful existence. 

Even if it is Mother's funeral. 

It will never fail to amuse me, although it is beginning to come close, besides... it's not like I can go to a burial every day. I have certain responsibilities I have to attend to, much like when you have to attend to an ornamental garden: pruning, watering, taking care of pests and last but not least deadheading. Of course, my job is to nip, possible tragedies, in the bud. Although I would like to leave them to play out, I know they won't allow it. They're no fun. At least they appreciate my pieces of art. It's amazing how much a camera can capture. 

Everything looks better with the right lighting. 

I stopped at I felt the grip get tighter around my neck, the chill spreading across my shoulders, jutting between my ribs. How fascinating. It's gotten stronger since the last time I felt this... sensation- Well, this is simply wonderful. Although, I would have prefered to collect my camera first, for the daylight is running out and Mother is supposed to be buried soon. And I'm missing it. What a lovely son I am. But at least I had the decency to show up, albeit I had ulterior motives because, I wasn't going to miss Mother's beautifully stagnant face, not even if the world was ending. Not even if my heart was ripped out of my chest. 

I'm just simply devoted to my art. 

Somewhat of a breath graced my nape as a cold breeze tickled at my ears, as the rain glided down my skin, joining the chill on a conquest unknown. I couldn't help but smile. Why wouldn't I? This day is now getting more interesting by the second. For this, I'm glad I left the funeral.