(Last chapter! My laptop is doing no better! I'm on my mom's computer and I'm working on a few fics 4om here. Sorry if the end is a little…rushed…I was in a hurry.)
Days passed.
Nothing.
Just a bit of funeral planning.
They would invite people who knew gir from all the rave parties he went to. The days seemed endless and the smallest footstep sounded like shattering glass. To Zim, that is.
Zim just didn't eat- as if he wasn't thin enough.
"Zim," Dib finally said, "You're going to have to eat sometime."
"I'm not hungry." He sighed, looking out the window of the plain old house he lived in.
Dib sighed and made coffee.
"I'll be at the park." He said.
"No!" Zim exclaimed.
That's how they stayed in the house all day that day. Zim refused to leave and he refused to let Dib go anywhere- he didn't want to be left alone.
The next day was the funeral. About 200 people came other than Zim, Dib, Gaz, Tak, and Mimi. It was at a nice church and Claire De Lune was playing softly in the back. After a few people spoke, Zim got up to say something.
First it was a sigh, lead by words only from his heart.
"There were times…when I said things to him that I didn't mean, and each of those things that I said pain me to this day. When he left, all he left behind were a few rubber pigs and a dagger in my heart which could never be removed. At this point, I believe that no one is to blame. Gir's heart wasn't frail but simply too awesome for Earth." He said and sat down. Then Dib stood up.
"I've known Gir for maybe a few years." He said, "I wish it had been longer because we weren't very close until about a month or two ago. By then, we were much closer than friends. More like brothers…I had always wanted a little brother- not that I wasn't thankful for a sister. But I wanted someone to relate to and someone who wasn't just a boring old couch potato. So, I like to say that, yes, he was like a little brother to me. The little brother I never had."
Everyone clapped. Then after that, a few more people came to speak. Surprisingly, Gaz and Tak didn't say a word the whole time.
In the end it was about 9:00 PM and Dib had used up like twelve boxes of tissues but Zim didn't shed a tear.
"Z-Zim…" Dib asked, "Why didn't you cry at all?"
"Because, human worm baby, I have a feeling that Gir's just fine. And if he were here, he wouldn't want us to cry."
Dib smiled a little. He looked up into the night sky and whispered,
"I hope to see you again someday, …little brother."
The end.