"...And that is why we did it," I finish up.

"I see, " Dr.Roberts says solemnly. "In my opinion, they got off easy."

I nod my head, agreeing wholeheartedly.

The media went crazy and overboard, like always.

They called our actions cruel.

They called our actions brutal.

They called our actions an act of terrorism.

They called our actions the crime of the millennia.

They called our actions the biggest blood bath in mafia history.

We wiped them all out.

The fourteen of us went AWOL and killed every single member of their mafia.

We receive a little peace, at least, knowing that Sang is avenged.

Dr.Roberts nods and graciously offers, "However much time you all want off is fine."

I nod in thanks.

I don't give my millimeter smile, as Sean calls it.

Even that is too much to bear.

For Sang, I am working on relaxing: calling people by their first name, switching up my wardrobe from time to time, and using those ridiculous slang words that she was so find of.

Smiling, however, is too hard.

How could I ever smile without my Darling?

I stand and go to leave the office.

"Thank you, Dr.Roberts," I state seriously before turning on my heel and exiting the office to where my brothers are.

"We are free until we are ready to return," I announce curtly.

They nod and we walk out together in silence, each of us lost in his own thoughts. It doesn't take a mind reader to know that we are all thinking of Sang.

Now that we have finally returned, we have her funeral to go to.

We drove back to the mansion.

With fourteen of us even the large space felt almost small, but now it seems empty.

Who will be there to prank us, turn our rooms pink, and have animals clean up the prank for them?

Who will be there to beg me to marry their slushy?

Who will be there to talk to in the dead silence of the morning because they wake up even earlier than I do?

Who will be there to hold us together?

Who will be there to love is and receive our love?

We are all in agreement that Sang was the only one.

There are fourteen of us, all young still, and yet we all agree that we will never love another.

No one will ever even come close to comparing to Sang.

Sang was the perfect one, not me.

No one could ever replace Sang in our hearts and minds and lives.

Hopefully, this can at least being us closer together as a family.

I leave my bedroom wearing an all charcoal black suit and tie.

I fight back emotion and tears from my face as I take in my brothers.

Black does not suit us.

All of us are wearing dark suits and solemn and grieving expressions.

We drive to the funeral where we say goodbye to Sang for the very last time.

***

Many people had come.

It was both surprising and not surprising in the slightest.

Sang's beauty and perfection and kindness and innocent drew people in.

However, they rarely spoke to her when she was alive.

Few got to know Sang for the incredible person she was.

Now they are too late.

Far too late.

As I am walking to the parking lot, Wyatt stops me.

"Mr.Blackbourne, Sang left something for you."

I turn sharply and look him in the eye.

"If you value your life, you will be telling the truth," I want him.

"I do, I am," Wyatt defends. "Sang said to give this to you for all of you in the event of something happening. She said she had a dream where she gave it to me to give you, and that she felt she needed to give it to me in real life."

He hands me a leather journal before walking off to Jessica.

I open it up eagerly.

I am greeted by characters that are not familiar.

Of course she had her own language.

I sigh, but, for the first time in a long time, I smile.

A full smile as hope fills me.

We may have lost Sang, but we will never forget her.

We will remember her.

We will continue with life.

We will make it through our grief.

After all, we have a piece of Sang and her memories and thoughts with us now.

Maybe, just maybe, it will be enough.

After all,

Black does not suit us.