Josif A. Larsen's Story

As Brielle stood there by the casket hearing the apologies from John's loved ones, she noticed a man step into the room. A man she has never once seen before. If John knew him, she had no idea. As far as she knew, she has met everyone John spent any amount of time with. Maybe this man was just someone from his past, or just a stranger who wanted to show up at the funeral for some creepy reason. She had no idea. Either way, it was time for her to speak to the male.

He made his way through the crowd and up to the casket. Brielle noticed him looking down at John with a sense of thought on his face. After a few brief moments he removed his attention from her dead husband towards herself and introduced himself. "I'm Joseph Larkin. I was John's good friend from elementary school. You may not have heard of me, it was a long time ago, and I moved during the summer before 6th grade. Despite that, I felt the need to come here. We may not have seen each other for over 15 years, but John and I were friends. The pain for you must be immense. I'm so truly sorry for your loss. I do hope you rejuvenate. More so, I hope that John's killer is to be sent to a lifetime of prison."

The entire time the male was introducing himself and explaining to her why he had made an appearance, Brielle couldn't seem to shake this feeling that there was something strange about this man. Of course it was probably because she didn't know the man and he showed up at a very traumatic time in her life. Brielle had her guard up. Josif was most likely who he said he was and just wanted to pay his respects to an old, childhood friend.

Brielle gave a friendly nod of her head at his words and glanced over at her husband for a quick second before she returned her attention back towards the man who was introduced as Josif. "Thank you," she responded. Of course there was more the female could have said but she was just all worn out from coming up with things to say to everyone. And out of nowhere a blast from John's past shows up in front of her. Finally the distraught brunette managed to muffle up a few words. "No, um, John has never mentioned you. But thanks for coming," Brielle stated with a sigh.