When someone is cruelly stolen from your life, it can sometimes be hard to know what to do

Author's Note: Ooh, this is my first oneshot in ageeeess. And it's really quite… different. I guess. You see, I was looking through the stuff on my account and I read 'I'll Never Forget You' and I couldn't help cringing. It's terrible. Then I had this idea and out came what you have in front of you. Let me know what you think, doods.

GoodBye

When someone is cruelly stolen from your life, it can sometimes be hard to know what to do. You know that they are gone and they won't come back, but you can still hope so you hold on. Sometimes you wake up and think happy thought about them. But then the memories come flooding back and you break down.

Roxas sighed forlornly and looked back down at his folded hands. The vicar rambled endlessly about a person he didn't even know. He was the only person there that didn't have pearly tears welling up in his eyes. Then again, he probably took funerals at least once a month, if not every week, and he didn't know the person he was talking about.

Roxas did. Roxas had known him.

No.

Roxas knows him. Present tense. Just because he's dead, doesn't mean that he is gone. Maybe in body, but not in soul.

You hold onto the memories for dear life. You can't bare to let them go at first, even though you know it's stupid. You cry and cry and cry as you see old photographs and you can't control it. You don't want to do this but it still happens.

His body was in the ordinate black coffin. It was slowly being lowered into the hole in the ground now. It was strange to know that in the coffin was all that remained of him. It didn't seem right.

On those rare, happy moments; you feel guilty. It's like you are betraying their memory by not thinking about them and letting yourself have fun. You think that it's wrong to be enjoying yourself when they can't because they are gone. You are so blinded with emotional pain that you don't understand that they would just want you to carry on with your life normally and be happy. You can't bring yourself to believe it, even though you have been told a thousand times.

He sprinkled a handful of earth on top of the coffin, staring with unseeing eyes as other followed suit. The vicar said a final prayer, closing the ceremony, and turned on his heel, retreating back to the church. Roxas spoke in monosyllables, with everyone that declared their sorrow to him. He did not find it at all comforting to know that he wasn't alone in this, that there were other people hurting like he was.

Eventually, you come to your senses and move on. It is not easy, but you get there eventually. You can smile and laugh again with feeling guilty. It does take time, but it happens. It is like saying one word for closure.

Roxas tore his eyes away form the now filled grace. He was going and there was nothing anyone could do about that. He accepted that, but he couldn't forget it.

Goodbye.