-2 weeks later-
Veronica, Dean, Roman and Seth sat in the front pew in the Church, all barely listening to what the priest was going on about 'let her soul be free'. They all just hoped this was a nightmare they could wake up from and everything would be fine. But it wasn't. Time to face reality.
Dean and Roman both looked like barely concealed wrecks in formal suits, Roman's usually stony face conflicted with a painlike expression. Dean's normally messy hair was sticking up in all directions as Vi was in no position to even fuss about it, his eyes glassy from the crying.
Veronica and Seth were in the worst shape, since both were the closest to her. It was a mutual understanding to only to two of them how much it took a toll. Vi-Vi's eyes were unusually masked with black eye-shadow fading in grey to cover the eyes swollen from crying. Her lips were painted ruby red as it was bleeding after all the times she'd bite it too hard to prevent breaking down in front of everybody. All over her face and hands had concealer than hid lies beneath. She cradled Haidee with one of her hands, the other clasped Seth's as hardest as the both could.
Seth himself had puffy bloody eyes from crying, his hair half sticking up after Vi-Vi's failed attempt to tame it, breaking down stating 'Only Kori used to do this.' His tie was half fixed as her hands were too shaky to fix it properly, and his bottom lip kept trembling every time he heard the name 'Kori.'
Numerous Superstars and Divas turned up, hell even Cena was there, to pay their respects to their deceased college. It was saddening to even think about it to any of them.
"And would anyone like to speak about this lovely individual? Maybe her fiancé?" The priest hinted, but before Seth could even decline Vi-Vi shot him down.
"I'll take care of that." she smiled sadly, unclasping their hands and handing over Haidee to him. She patted his shoulder while awkwardly stumbling out of the pew, silently cursing herself for wearing those uncomfortable heels. Kori would've never allowed it.
Standing before these people she never felt so small in front of such a tiny crowd.
"First of all, I need to comment of the music choice: Kori would murder whoever picked out 'If I Die Young' for her. She'd probably prefer to rock out to Escape the Fate or KoRn than this. She'd kill me for picking it out too. Sadly I didn't. I mean, do I look like I'm in the state to plan my best friend's funeral? Luckily for my unhaunted soul, I got another song." She took a deep breath, tossing the CD to some random person.
"We used to talk about if either one of us would turn into a zombie, We'd never hesitate to put a bullet through our brains. Now I'd kill to see the zombie version of her and I'd happily let her kill me if it meant I'd see her move again," her bottom lip trembled, nonetheless continuing, "We met on a freakin' social network as two wannabe self trained Divas. I'd think at times that we're so lucky- to start our careers so young and hell, even meeting each other. She wasn't just my best friend...she was my sister. She was my tag team partner...She may not be with us here alive and breathing; but here in spirit. The ones we love never really leave us. They'll always be in here." She touched the spot where her heart was situated. The people smiled at the deep yet simple quote from a fantasy novel.