Daughter of the streets (P)

"Let's go find Scottie," Tris murmured sadly, carefully shrinking the coffin to pocketsize, then starting off towards the old apartment, with the burial item in her pocket.

Tris began to search through the ashes. She shrunk her brother's remains, and carefully placed them in the coffin, before sealing the lid, and washing her hands. "Let's go then..." she muttered, replacing the coffin in her pocket, and standing.

"Somewere deep in the mountains outside of the city."

"Thanks. For everything," Tris murmured, slowly walking towards the city limits. There were tears in her eyes. "Scottie was a good brother. He was kind, and he took very good care of me. I loved him," she murmured softly. "Thank you for everything you've been doing. It means more than I can put back in words."

Tris slowly dug out a grave for Scottie between two large oak trees. She rested his (Now enlarged) coffin in the (6 ft. by 5 ft. by 1 ft.) hole, crying softly. Quietly singing, she began to slowly push the dirt in, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Tris wept silently, placing in the last of the dirt, then laying back against Beth. "I miss him."

Silently, Tris nodded. "Thanks," she whispered finally, placing a large stone over Scottie's grave, and branding his name into it with fire. Biting her lip, she placed a rose on the grave, then handed her other rose to Beth.

Tris quietly bowed her head and backed away. Crying softly, she walked towards a nearby river, sitting on a rock and weeping into the rushing water.

Tris curled up on Beth's lap, tiny in comparison. Shaking lightly, she hugged onto the older girl. 'I'm so sorry. And thank you."

"Now what..?" Tris murmured, referring not only to the rest of the day but to her life as well. Her brother had been her everything. Now, he was gone.