I don't own things...
The dirt was hard, my dress was black, and Oswin was dead.
My veil billowed in the chilly breeze, it hindered my vision. The black lace danced across my face, but it failed to block my eyesight from the somber proceedings of the funeral.
I heard a distant babbling in the background, the voice probably belonging to the clergyman who was leading the ceremony.
If it had been a normal day, I would've recognized the priest, greeted him, and chatted with him at length.
But it was Oswin's funeral. Today was far from ordinary. People were gathered at a graveyard, sobbing at a lacquered urn containing Oswin's remains. Wil rubbed my left arm in a pathetic attempt to comfort me, and my fists were curled into tight balls of rage.
My black stilettos shot pain through my heels as I dug them further into the ground. My stance was rigid, unmoving. I glared at the urn as I defied death itself.
Life became a haze as the ashes were lowered into a square pit.
The man I loved, the one who completed me, had become a jar of ashes inside a box. People threw flowers on him, but I stood my ground.
People sobbed, turned away, but I tightened my fists even more as I stared at the pit.
Hector spoke of Oswin's loyalty and bravery, but I could barely hear a word.
Every sound was muffled, and every movement was slowed.
Time ceased to exist when Oswin had ceased to exist.
I can't believe this. It must be a nightmare.
How could he leave me for sickness?
Leave me with our love, that which had been torn asunder?
The ceremony ended, and people began to walk away from the grave. They all stared at me, but whipped their heads in the other direction when my eyes met theirs.
I wasn't crying, because death hadn't won just yet.
Because if death stole my tears, that was like giving in to despair.
I pivoted on my heel and turned around, flipping my pink hair in the direction of the grave.
As soon as I had turned away, I could hear the shovels clinking, burying my happiness.
They might as well have buried me too.
I attended a funeral yesterday for someone that was extremely precious to me, thus inspiring me to write this. Please review.