Xavier (Grease) POV
Staying in the background, being close if Dollar needed me, was one of the hardest things I had to do.
The walk was tense, and the emotion rose to the surface as we reached the cemetery and stepped inside.
Tears were already running down Dollar's face, and she had yet to reach the grave; only she knew where her mother's final resting place was, and Dollar led the way, her head hung low. Soft whimpers could be heard from Dollar, breaking the hearts of anyone close enough to hear them.
At the grave, Dollar spoke in a croaky voice, sniffled, and placed the flowers in the vase; I said a few words and laid my one flower. Moved to stand with Dollar standing behind to watch, my arms around her waist, her head resting back on my chest. Dollar's body shaking from her emotion
