Your voice is all I hear

((This is possibly one of the saddest things I have written ;~;
And if you are interested my songs of inspiration were... The Blood of Cuchulainn by Mychael Danna (the song played at the funeral) and also Winter by Joshua Radin Yes it is the song of Scrubs when Ben dies x.x))

21st October.
At 8am the plane had landed in New York, two of it's occupants to be greeted by twenty-one year old Kayden with a large smile and hugs for all, the tall male scooping his seven year old sister into his arms, allowing her to latch arms around her shoulders as they laughed at the sight of each other.

Katherine and her daughter had chosen this day to move as it was the same day her husband was scheduled to leave for Spain. They had driven to the airport together; this way she wouldn't have to go back to the house they had lived in together for around fifteen years without him; she was going to start a fresh in New York, closer to her son. The girls' plane was scheduled to leave earlier than Jeremy's even before it had a five hour delay put on it due to technical faults, so they had said their fond farewells and got on their way.

Getting in the taxi as almost a whole family it was obvious the sadness was there with a husband and father moving so far away but it was masked with smiles and laughter on behalf of all three of the Travers'. Arriving at the new apartment Kayden has his mothers key considering he had been there the day earlier to greet the transportation company with all the goods they needed to move in, helping them take it all in and making it seem remotely homely so it wasn't just a shell of a flat when his mother and baby sister appeared. It was upto them however to arrange it and they begun that afternoon, however the young male had to get back to Constance considering he had only taken the morning of to greet his beloved family.

Later that evening the tall man unlocked his own apartment, fingers lazily flicking the lights onto bring life to the not most organised of apartments. Shrugging off the jacket it was tossed over the back of a chair, feet kicking off boots as he relaxed into a couch, feet soon propping themselves on coffee table as ringing phone broke his silence. Reaching for that and the television remote the voice that came from the phone was far from as relaxed as it had seemed when he had last heard it that morning. It was easy to place; it was the same cracked voice of someone who had been crying and probably still was, pitch somewhat eratic as words instructed him to turn on the news.

No sooner had he done so that he wished he hadn't.

The image on the screen was not a rarely seen one, flames coming from a wreckage of what could only be an airoplane, metal scattered across the scenery surrounded by the emergency services doing the best they could. A presenter was talking, but his words simply weren't registering in his mind as eyes watched the flight reference rolling across the bottom of the screen, along with a list of the few survivors they had rescued so far. Apparently had been a freak technical default that had occured not far from their landing point; wiring had gone wrong, a fire had started and it ruptured a fuel tank. Those that survived were lucky, but as of right now there was one name that wasn't on the list; the only one that Kayden wanted to see.

No sooner had he seen the lack of that one name he was soon in coat, grabbing keys even though in his rush he didn't even lock the door, running the streets to where he soon reached his mother who let him into their new home, tears streaming down her face while Elizabeth looked on confusedly; not sure as to the true scale of what had happened.

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It wasn't until the day after that they had confirmation that the body of Jeremy Travers had been identified as one of the copious non-survivors. Needless to say, Kayden immediately took time off of work, staying at his mother's to ensure that she and Elizabeth were okay. Considering Katherine's state of mind he also opted to organise the funeral and to have the body transported over to America so it could take place in New York. It wasn't cheap but soon they had a date and a church for everything to take place.

It just seemed strange; it hadn't really registered with the young man what had happened, or maybe it was the fact that inside he knew he had to be strong and sensible about it for his mother's sake. He also had the job of explaining to Elizabeth why Mummy was crying and why Daddy hadn't called when he got to Spain like he promised he would. And that was probably the hardest part of the whole week.

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On the 29th of October, 8 days after the incident itself had taken place, a gathering of people were sat in the church. Friends and family had all flown over, all garbed in black as Kayden sat next to his little sister, clutching her hand as the eulugy was read, occasionally wiping away the tears that rolled down her soft skinned cheeks.

Even as they rose, he didn't cry. Not a tear was shed; it seemed that he was incapable of such things. He had held up strong through the whole ordeal.

That changed however when feet carried him towards the open casket, accompanied with a saddened song. It was picked by Jeremy's father who was off an Irish background, the traditional music sorrowful for the occasion. Looking down at the male who had been so young, only thirty-nine it hit the intern he looked so peaceful; with only the skin of his face and hands visible it was almost impossible to guess the brutal way in which he had been taken.

The fact he would no longer get to here the man's soft voice, laughter and even shouts of discipline from the many times he had acted out as such an overactive young child then seemed to hit Kay. It was the man who had taught him to ride his bike, who he had played sports with in the summer and whose lap he had curled up on when he had been worn out. The man who had taken him for his first day of school and had been there at every awards ceremony, clapping with a smile that only a proud father could have. With all of the memories sinking back into his mind, lips parted to say something to the man but his voice was gone. No words would have been enough thanks so he didn't even try. With dark brown gaze dampening lightly a kiss to his cheek from his mother and a smile that told him to stay strong had him moving on, hating himself for not saying anything but at the same time, quite thankful; he wasn't ready to say goodbye to him yet.

The wind outside the church was brisk as was expected of late October, but his body seemed numbed against the cold; it was numb against most things right now. Allowing hands to settle into the pockets of black suit trousers as he stood next to his grandfather, the twenty-one year old looked composed save for the sadness that seemed to lurk in his dark eyes. It was that sadness that was tearing him apart inside no matter how good he was at concealing it. Expression didn't change as the wooden casket was lowered into the ground, turning his back as soon as he could to save those eyes from tearing up once more.

There were a few pleasantries, kisses on the cheek and words of thanks but Kayden avoided these, leaving without a word or motion back to his apartment. Withdrawing the only thing he wanted right now, he opened the bottle taking a relaxing swig of the beer inside. It wasn't just a drink for him though. It was a send-off.