Chapter 2

See disclaimer in the default chapter. And 1000 Words belongs to A Japanese company, or something like that.

Priest: And she was an asset to her parents, to her friends, and to the world. We are all here today to mourn for the lost of a very special person, Kimberly Ann Possible. She was our light, our strength, and our wisdom. To do her eulogy is her best friend, Ronald Stoppable.

(They were at Kim's funeral site. It was a rather sunny day in middleton cemetery. Ron walks to the stand almost in tears. He is wearing and all black suit, and so is rufus. Mr. And Mrs. Possible, Jim and Tim, Monique, and others stand around the grave and coffin. Kim's parents are crying softly. Them Ron unfolds a piece of paper and speaks.)

Ron: My Best Friend, the three words to describe her for the past years. But as I stand here today I think that she is more than just that. Instead the three words are I loved her, and I will forever. To think that a person so capable of luring me and kim to a boat then killing her in cold blood makes me angry. She meant the world to me and I never thought this day would come, but as a show of fate it did. Her motto was that she could do anything, but I never realized that she could die trying. My heart will always be with her, even in heaven. If I had tried to tell her or show her the way I felt maybe it wouldn't hurt so much. And I'm sure that the world will never forget Kim Possible, never.

(ron then broke down as he stood down and walked beside her grave. The machine lowered her into the grave as he and the possible's watched. Everyone but them left.)

Mr. Possible: Ronald you coming?

Ron: No, I want to stay a little bit longer.

Mrs. Possible: We will be waiting in the car.

(ron leans down and looks at the coffin deep in the hole. He then stands picks up a single rose and drops it into kim's grave. Next he pulls out a folded up letter in notebook paper which reads on the front "To Ron From KP" and drops it in too. He then looks up at the clear sky.)

Ron: I love you Kimberly Ann Possible.

(he then walks toward the possible's car. The camera then zooms in on her stone marker, and it read: "Kimberly Ann Possible, 1988-2004, Better is open rebuke, than hidden love; Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses. Proverbs 27: 5-6.)

(then the music begins and the camera pulls back and you see men throwing dirt into the grave. And ron looking aimlessly into the horizon and he puts his palm on the window.)

I know that your hiding things

Using gentle words to shelter me

Your words were like a dream

But dreams could never fool me

Not that easily I acted so distant then

Didn't say goodbye before you left

But I was listening

You fight your battles far from me

Far too easily "Save your tears cause I'll come back"

I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door

But still I swore

To hide the pain, when I turn back the pages

Shouting might have been the answer

What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to part

But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart Cause a thousand words

Call out through the ages

They'll fly to you

Even though I can't see

I know they are reaching you, suspended on silver wings

Oh a thousand words

A thousand embraces

Will cradle you

Making all of your weary days seem far away

They'll hold you forever Oh a thousand words (a thousand words)

Have never been spoken (ohh yeah)

They'll fly to you

They'll carry you home, (carry you home) and into my arms

Suspended on silver wings (on silver wings!)

And a thousand words (ohh)

Call out through the ages (call through the ages!)

They'll cradle you (ohh yeah)

Make all of the lonely years to lonely days (lonely days)

They'll hold you forever. Ohhhhhhhhhhh a thousand words (after the songs ends the possible's let ron off. They drive away and a man walks up to him.)

Darius: Redrum, Redrum, there is a way to get her back.

Ron: Who the heck are you?

Darius: Darius, the keeper of time.

(ron looks at him astonished.)

I'm sorry I had to keep just one chapter dedicated to the funeral. ~Romance