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I lay on my back on the soft, pink mattress and sheets of different shades of pink that made up my bed. My line of vision kept focused on the ceiling, keeping me in a half-sleep trance that I didn't try too hard to shake off. All was quiet around me except the constant, bustling sounds that my kingdom made below me. The death had happened just yesterday- all so fast. Nobody could really process it. Everyone continued with their daily lives, but the happy, joyful tone of life for us had changed. Somehow, we all were thinking about it. We all exchanged glances- you could see the sadness in everyone's eyes. But no one had talked about it that much. Talking about it made me sad. I didn't want to appear sad in front of my people.

The sudden turn of my doorknob made me jump. The door creaked open a crack, but then stopped. Someone knocked on the door every so lightly that I almost didn't hear- Peppermint Butler.

"Yes?" I said, sitting up and frantically combing my hair with my fingers.

Peppermint Butler peeked in the door. "Princess…" He paused and looked up at me, as if I was going to turn into a monster and bite his head off. "T-the f-f-funeral is tomorrow." He choked out the words, knowing it would make me even more sad. I stifled a breath and nodded at him. He gave me a worried look, then receded back into the door crack.

I wished Peppermint Butler hadn't come in here when I was looking like a wreck. The last thing I wanted to do was to worry my people. I had Marceline's band T-shirt on, some pink sweat pants, a tired face, and my hair was a mess. It was 3:00 already, and I was still in my PJ's. I pushed myself off my bed and sulked towards my dresser, where I rummaged through to find an array of pink, purple, blue and a little bit of white clothes. I plucked out a pink strapless knee-length dress with a pink ribbon around the waist and a bow in the back. I yanked my pajamas off and struggled into the dress. I then grabbed my lace-up ballet shoes, sitting down and rushing to put them on. I looked pretty well put together after that, but my hair still needed a major brushing. I sat down and took about five minutes to brush it until it look pretty tamed. I tossed it over my shoulder and wrapped it together at the middle with a pink ribbon- my best weapon for looking good.

After I was all dressed, I opened my door and set out down the hall. After I made it through today, tomorrow was the funeral.

I stood straight with my hands together in a clasp, my eyes darting around at the other people. Most people were wearing white; not black. That was weird for any old funeral, but not Finn's. It just wasn't right to wear black to his funeral. Even I was wearing a long white gown. Marceline was even wearing a black and white dress. She was playing the piano, which I found odd for her daring nature. Her fingers danced across the keys, creating a beautiful song. It fit the mood of the moment; everything was quiet, and it was lightly snowing, covering the coffin in a white blanket.

"Are they going to cremate him?" I heard Tree Trunks mutter to LSP. "I dunno- probably." She whispered back. "They aren't." A red haired girl in a hooded cloak spoke up. "How do you know him?" LSP narrowed her eyes curiously. The red haired girl didn't reply.

Jake was standing right across from me. He turned away from the coffin that was in the center of everyone, like it was burning his eyes. Tears soaked his cheeks and jowls as Lady Rainicorn attempted to comfort him. She leaned down and pressed her head to him, acting as a blanket.

I sort of wished someone would comfort me. I was the one that was supposed to calm everyone down… but I was failing. My people depended on me and I was failing them already. What if I never got over this? I would probably stay in my room the rest of my life, mourning the loss of the closest friend I had ever had. My mother had always told me you had to move on in life. That was what kept you going, kept you motivating. My mother was dead now, of course. She had died of a heart attack when I was eight years old. My father died before I was born. It seemed as if everyone special in my life had died. My best friend from birth had been killed by a vampire when I was ten. That was part of why I didn't like Marceline that much.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. "Princess!" The voice snapped angrily. I snapped back to reality. Marceline was standing in front of me, her sheets of music in hand. "It's over." She pointed her nose up. I realized that her eyes were teary. Surely she wasn't crying- living for a thousand years, wouldn't she learn to get over people's deaths? She seemed so serious… and she wasn't even calling me Bonnibell. I had not noticed that the funeral was over. Some people had spoken, we had a moment of

"Marceline…. That was a nice song you played." I smiled and looked up at her. She blushed and looked down. "Thanks… I wrote lyrics for it, too." She softened her voice, looking up. "I miss him…. I haven't missed anyone who's died in 900 years. I feel so weird- not like myself."

"Me too; besides the haven't missed anyone in 900 years part. It's okay to cry, you know. It's okay." I gave her a sympathetic look.

"You know what? You're okay, Princess Bubblegum. You're okay." Marceline wiped the tears from her eyes and walked off. Something fell from her arms as she walked away; it was a sheet of paper. I strolled over to pick it up. I turned it over to the front.

Lyrics to Piano Song

It said. It was the song Marceline wrote along to the music she had played. I quickly read over it, hoping that no one would catch me and think I stole it. The words flowed beautifully along and reminded me of him so much. I couldn't believe Marceline had written it. It made me tear up, like I hadn't enough that day. Then I thought- I had a piano at the castle and had taken lessons when I was 15. Maybe I still remembered a little. I wanted to sing this song so much. I didn't know how I would return it to Marceline afterwards, but I had to keep it now, anyways. Maybe it would help calm me down. It held all the emotions I was feeling- the one thing that, in the moment, pulled my sadness apart and divided it into pieces. When I got home, I would try this song on the piano so many times until I got it right. Then I would sing this beautiful, precious song. I folded the paper up and kept it clasped in my hand.