Zene Oneshots

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Zane sighed as he sat on his bed, looking out the window as he watched the rain drizzle down the glass. Today was a day he dreaded, as it was the day of his grandfather's funeral. He had a great relationship with his grandfather, as they shared their passion for books and storytelling.

He had always admired his grandfather for his famous and unique stories, as he had told them to him every night before he went to sleep at a young age.

Zane let out a sigh, his memories with his grandpa causing him nothing but sorrow, he missed him, his stories and his grandpa in general.

A loud knock interrupted Zane's thoughts, looking at the door as his older brother entered the room. Leaning against the door frame as he stared at his brother, "you aren't even dressed yet?" He asked, his disapproval clear in his tone of voice. "Put that damn book down, and get ready. We're leaving in about thirty minutes, you shouldn't be late for grandpas funeral." Garroth mumbled, walking into the room and towards Zanes neatly folded black clothes.

Zane scoffed, rolling his eyes at his older brother, putting his book down on his bedside table before standing up and removing his shirt, putting one the collard button-down shirt. He had attempted to put on his black tie, which his attempt clearly ended in failure as Garroth walked over and helped.

"You're quiet." He stated, looking down at Zane as he fixed his tie. "I know grandpas death really took a toll on you baby-brother, but you cant mute yourself forever." He muttered, pulling the tie up to Zanes neck, finishing the simple gesture. His attempts to make conversation with Zane failed nonetheless, as he hummed in response and looked away from his older brother.

Zane knew his lack of communication had worried his family, but that was his way of simply dealing with loss. He didn't feel like talking, nor holding a decent conversation with anybody. He wanted to be alone, and listen to his grandfathers stories as he read his old books.

"Hurry up and finish getting dressed, we'll be waiting downstairs." Garroth lastly whispered, moving away from Zane and out the door, closing it behind him.

Zane did as he was told, putting on the rest of his black suit, followed by his black pants and shoes. Once he had finished getting dressed he walked downstairs, staying silent as he looked over his family, every individual wearing the same sad black color as him.

"Great, now that everyone is here we can go." His father spoke, his tone low as it carried his sadness for his father's loss with him. It only took a moment for everyone to be in the car, driving off to the graveyard his father was going to get berried in.

It was about a thirty-minute drive, as Zane and his family stepped out the car, grabbing their umbrellas as the rain poured down onto them. The rain only made this too stereotypical for Zane, as he refused his umbrella. He had stayed quiet through the whole ceremony, as they had skipped through it rather quickly. It was at the last part, where Zane and the other people attending the funeral stood in front of his grandpas grave.

Zane had tried his best to ignore his mother's sobbing, refusing an umbrella as he felt the rain soak into his clothing. He gently kneeled down on the wet ground, carefully placing the bouquet of roses on his father's grave.

He could feel his eyes water, as realization kicked in. Zane missed his grandpa dearly, knowing that his stories were now a thing of the past. "I miss you grandpa." He whispered, small tears falling off his cheeks and into his lap. He slowly stood up, his grandma wrapping her arms around Zane in a tight hug.

Not long after this the Ro'meave family walking back to their car, planning on returning home as they mourned the death of their lost family member. Zane was currently walked alongside his grandma, being stopped before he could enter the car. "Zane, I want you to have this." He mumbled, opening her black purse, handing Zane an old leathery book. "This was your Grandfathers, as this was his favourite. He told me to give this to you, if he ever passed." She whispered, her voice broken as she talked about her dear husband. "He was always lost in his books." She added, "just like you dear. I hope you like it." She muttered, waving goodbye to the family as she got into her car.