"Poor child, losing his whole family like that."
"How will he cope as an omega now?"
"I remember his father never talked much about him though."
Jihoon stood straight, eyes fixed on the coffins laid before him. He pretended not to hear the idle gossip.
People really had no respect, even for the dead.
The omega held his head high, fingers curled inside his pockets. His face was pale, cheeks sunken from exhaustion, but his eyes were clear, dry of tears.
This didn't please the guests, and they continued to whisper:
"He seems very detached."
"We shouldn't expect him to cry all day. The boy is just trying to be strong."
"Aren't omegas supposed to cry at these kinds of things?"
Jihoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
He watched as Siwoo's coffin was lowered into the earth, right next to his father's.
As the coffins were finally buried, the omega realized he was utterly alone.
He was calm despite that.
