C159 EYROM’S FUNERAL

FIRA’S POV

I was holding one piece of white rose while looking down on the grave of my father. The tears would not leave me, they kept flowing and flowing. The pain in my heart was ripping me into small pieces. “Dad…” I could not talk loud.

Pyro was on my side. He was holding my hips while his other hand was grasping Ember’s small hand. He was so handsome with the sunglasses. He looked so cool