Sometimes you need to crash a funeral to experience happiness.
At least, Kissimmee Singh, aerial artist for Singh Circus, the most sought-after traveling circus of all time, keeps telling herself that’s why she crashes funerals.
In reality, she’s lost and confused. Sometimes it’s nice to experience other people’s grief and be reminded that life isn’t as bad as it could be.
Though attending the funeral of some random old man that died of cancer wasn’t supposed to change her life completely. It does.
With one look at the grieving man and woman, she realizes that this was one funeral she probably should’ve stayed away from.
He’s in a black suit, black undershirt, black gloves, and black shoes. He looks like the devil himself.
When she tries to make a run for it, he follows and demands to know why she’s there.
If she’d known he was going to be trouble, she’d have stayed away. If she’d known that he’d follow her to their next stop, she might’ve tried a little harder to hide who she was. What she was.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she gave him everything in one single night. And will live to regret it.
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