Logan's P.O.V.
I stood in the back, my fists closed into tight fists, trembling. Whether it was from rage or sorrow, I couldn't tell. All I knew was I didn't want anyone to see me. Everyone said it was okay to cry in times of grief. Truth was, I wanted everyone to leave and this stupid ceremony to be over with. All I wanted was to be left alone with you. But people have never listened to me. Which is one of the reasons why you're not here. I tried to warn them. I told them something wasn't right. I could feel it in the air. In my mind. And especially in my heart. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. And when I say you laying there, cold and lifeless with that stupid smile on your face...I was on the edge of going feral. But I knew you would've just looked me in the eyes and told me to calm down like usual. Which always seemed to do the trick. Only with you. Never with anyone else. You had this amazing gift to calm down the great Wolverine. Oh, how everyone will remember that. But me, I'll remember you as the Elf. My blue boy. The one thing that made me feel human. The one person who always looked at me in the eyes and treated me like a human and not some kind of animal. Damn it, look what you did. I'm crying. Not heavy but a few tears have slipped down my cheeks. People are staring at me. Probably wanting to tell me everything is okay. But it's not. You're gone. There is no getting better for me. I can't live without you. You of all people should know that. I approached your casket, a dark cloud looming over my head, following me. Taunting me. You looked so peaceful. Just lying there with your hair all combed to perfection, your blue fur now a pale grey. Your unique three-fingered hands clutched your rosary and a bible. I never knew why you believed in God in the first place but...it seemed to work for you. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and something being whispered in my ear. I can't recall what was said. All I remember is staring down at your corpse, staring at the smile that still lingered on your lips. As they closed the lid, Charles turned to me with a look of sorrow on his face. He said that I had the honor of carrying your casket. No. I wanted to do this the right way. So I opened your casket back up and gathered your limp body in my arms. You died a hero. You belong in the open, not in a damn box like some kind of pet. Everyone followed silently as I carried you to the furnace to where you would be cremated, just like you wanted. My feet stopped before the fire pit as my hand supported the back of your head. I only wished you could open your yellow eyes once more so I could tell you how much I'm gonna miss you. But I knew it was too late. I brought you close to my chest, holding what was left of my fallen teammate. They always told us not to get attached but how could I not? You were everything to me and now you're lying in my arms, cold and limp. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I pressed my lips against your forehead. It was then that I handed you over to Hank and walked off away from the ceremony. I was left alone in silence as I faced the sunset, tears spilling down my face like a sobbing child. I drew in a breath as the sun disappeared and the sound of your body hitting the pit echoed in my ears.
"Elf..."