At least, Kissimmee Singh, aerial artist for Singh Circus, the most sought-after traveling circus of all time, keeps telling herself thatβs why she crashes funerals.
In reality, sheβs lost and confused. Sometimes itβs nice to experience other peopleβs grief and be reminded that life isnβt as bad as it could be.
Though attending the funeral of some random old man that died of cancer wasnβt 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 shouldβve stayed away from.
Heβs 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 sheβs there.
If sheβd known he was going to be trouble, sheβd have stayed away. If sheβd known that heβd follow her to their next stop, she mightβve tried a little harder to hide who she was. What she was.
But she didnβt.
Instead, she gave him everything in one single night. And will live to regret it.