Oh geez this is depressing; not my most original idea either. Oh well; this is what happens when you listen to sad music.
First story as well; haven't written in forever so...I hope I'm half decent?
In Courage's point of view.
You would find it funny how everything seems to fall before you, yet all you can do is watch. All my life I had dedicated my life to keep her happy and safe; and I can't say I hadn't completed that. But now, as I watch each relative and friend circle the room, glance at her sickly sweet corpse, I wonder if it was all worth it. What was the purpose of making one happy if in the end, they just pass way- leaving you empty inside? This I haven't figured out yet.
In truth I had cried all night, the day before, and so on. My eyes were sore and most likely blood-shot red from the lack of sleep. It wasn't by choice; I just didn't want to go to sleep and dream. In fact, the entire thing seemed like a dream. Waking up by her feet, could never be a memory; could it?
I flinch as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around- Shirley.
"You sure your going to be alright dog?" she asked. I grunted allowing a small forced smile to form across my face, a shrug following. She stared at me, unconvinced.
"I know the stupid farmer won't be any help in this situation; if you ever need me dog you know where to find me." her voice this time was lower, and softer- and what did I catch in it; not sadness… um… symphony? I blinked in surprise at the offer, giving a half-smile.
"Thanks Shirley." I must've sounded terrible, I could feel my voice crack at each word. It wasn't even this bad when I got soar throats from screaming; which I do admit, I do a lot.
She nodded, before turning away. I look around the room seeing who had attended; Freaky Fred was sitting in a chair across from the door, licking his lips at each full head of hair that entered his sight. Kitty and Bunny were looking over her, mumbling silently about how she was so kind to them; at least Kitty was. Bunny had never met her personally, but I could only guess she was there to comfort the cat. She laid a kiss on her friends cheek, giving a reassuring smile. I wish I knew what they were talking about, but at the same time I didn't. Perhaps it was because I knew, or the fact it was bringing Kitty to tears.
If I recall correctly the Goose God was outside with his wife discussing something. At least… a one sided conversation. Dr. Zalost was tending to his rat somewhere in the back of the room, while Snowman was off somewhere looking for the AC. Dr. Vindaloo had also attended; critiquing the entire room, yet nothing he said ever made sense. Either way, many have attended. The Hunchback had come (and to my relief, did not bring the topic up. We chatted for awhile though, hugged, and went separate ways till later.)
Eustace was somewhere around, most likely sulking. I haven't heard from him since last week, even in the car driving here he said nothing.
I walked up to the coffin silently, looking over the dozen of colorful flowers that she would have loved to have grown at the house. If only they grew…
"Goodbye Muriel." I leaned up against the wood to her ghostly face, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. I may have been feeling empty…but I succeeded in bringing her joy in life. I made her laugh, I made her cry, and I made her smile. I did all I could to give her positive, or negative emotions.
If only I could see them again.