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Leone Abbacchio would be furious with today’s conditions.
However, Leone Abbacchio was dead.
Bruno and Guido were well informed on Leone’s ideal funeral. Narancia knew a few details. The body was to be cremated. Their squad would be the sole attendees. They refused any speeches on their life. The ideal time for their funeral was high noon. It should be on a day with gloomy weather, not to pull on heartstrings - Leone made that clear - but to fit a certain aesthetic.
But seagulls scavenged Leone’s body until nothing could be done for it. Fugo was missing. Narancia tried to say something before a new wave of sobs racked their body. It was far too late in the afternoon. The remnants of the sun beat down on a grave covered in gladioli, and the hot air made it difficult to breathe.
Guido was unnervingly silent all day long. When he arrived, he placed a single yellow rose on the grave and almost immediately fell into prayer. He refused to stop for anything, for anyone. No one knew what to say to him.
Narancia cried from the moment they woke up. With a reluctant and rare hug from Bruno, Narancia was soothed into hiccups, and the two left their home. Narancia placed their own dark pink rose next to Guido’s. Their tears painfully mixed with the birds singing in the graveyard.
Trish said she would go when the funeral was being arranged. Bruno firmly talked her out of it. She had seen far too much death and suffering. It was best if she forgot the one week she knew Leone. So she pretended to move on from a person who died for her.
Bruno asked the Don of Passione to stay away from gang business one last time, for a dead person’s sake. And Giorno did. Alone in their new home. They imagined what could have changed Leone’s fate. They shook when they let themself lose composure. They wrote letters to a dead person.
Guido left with a barely a nod towards his friends. No one commented on the tears in his eyes; Bruno didn’t know if the man needed comfort or time alone, and Narancia had curled up next to the grave by then.
Before Narancia could fall asleep covered in tears and snot and dirt, Bruno kissed the petals on the single red rose they had brought for Leone. Bruno carefully placed it next to Guido and Narancia’s flowers.
Leone told the squad to never visit their grave.
Bruno took Narancia’s hand and led them away.
The two would get through today.
They would play Leone’s vinyls for them.
Unused clothes would be packed into boxes.
Bruno would grow used to a empty space in the bed.
Leone Abbacchio’s conversations about their death never felt out of place when they were alive.