Ali had attended church multiple times in her life, despite not being religious in the slightest. The orphanage had forced it upon the children every now and then, as had her sister. But Ali herself never felt a connection with the prayers that were sung, and all in all found it boring. She found it hard to believe in something you'd never seen, or touched, or heard, or felt. 

Though she'd almost decided to take Mark with her, at the last moment Ali decided against it. She left him at home with Marissa, and Ali went by herself. Ali quite enjoyed the rain. She was wearing a jacket with a hoodie, but no umbrella or anything of the sort. A light blue scarf was wrapped around her neck, accompanying a dark green long sleeve under the jacket and dark blue jeans, as well as bright orange rain boots. Occasionally she would look up at the sky and stick out her tongue like a child, trying to catch the raindrops in her mouth. In truth, the fiery haired woman had hardly changed. 

With her hands stuffed in her pockets, Alice reached the cemetery. Two figures standing over a grave. One she instantly recognized as Eli, and the other.. upon closer inspection, she realized was Liam. She stepped up close to them without saying a word, just in time to see Liam offering a cigarette to Eli. Hmn. She hadn't smoked a cigarette in ten years. She was suddenly thankful she hadn't brought Mark.

Ali let out a small sigh before focusing her gaze on Liam. It had been a long time, and in lots of ways, he looked different. Some part of her missed the relationship they'd had, and she wondered where they would both be now if he hadn't made out with Emma Green that night. The thought brought another smile to her lips. 

Though Alice was still smiling, it wasn't her usual bright and care-free smile. It was a sad one. The corners of her lips just ever so slightly pointed upwards as she gazed at the grave of Paul. She couldn't imagine how Eli felt. Ali had never truly felt the pain of loss. Sure, her parents were dead, but she remembered nothing of them. It was simply an empty space within her. But if it had been Marissa lying in that grave.. she couldn't even begin to imagine it.

God.. this sucked. She wished he hadn't died. She wished he was still here, so none of them had to feel shitty today.