AN: Okay, this one is slighly angsty. It is also in Sora's POV. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
I stared into space as the funeral went on. I still couldn't believe she was just...gone. I'd never hear her twinkling laugh again, see her kiddy pout, and feel the weight of her lips on mine.
Sasha sat beside me, keeping her eyes down. I haven't seen her shed a single tear yet, but she wasn't the one to show her emotions. She was probably breaking down inside.
Riku put his arm around her shoulders, easing some of the tension from her. She weakly smiled at him as her thanks and looked at the priest. Pri, my Priscilla, was lying in that wooden box, gone forever. I still didn't understand how that Heartless managed to get her, she was always a good fighter. At least Riku and I managed to save her heart... Sasha used her Keyblade to send it into the light instead of the darkness.
I was inturrupted from my thoughts when everybody stood up and walked over to her coffin. I wanted to be the last to see her, the last to see her beautful face before she was buried. Sasha and Riku smiled at me. I bet they were feeling sympethetic; I don't want their sympathy. Sure, I haven't delt with the death from close friends before, but I'll try my best to make it through this.
I looked at her face; she looked so peaceful. She was wearing one necklace; the necklace I gave her when I told her I loved her. The heart, the symbol of Kingdom Hearts and the symbol of our love. I lightly touched her cheek as a single tear rolled down my own cheek. I sighed and was about to back away when I suddenly felt a light force on my shoulder. I turned around to face Pri-or what I thought was Pri; she was see-through.
"Don't cry..." she murmured quietly and caught my tear on her fingertip. Then she poked me in the chest, a sad smile on her face. "I'll always be with you, right THERE..." she smiled at me one more time, a true smile and giggled at my expression. Leaning in, she kissed me, which felt so real. Then she turned her back on me and walked close to her life-less body. Turning aorund, she gave me one last wave before disappearing. I stood there for a few moments, then smiled sadly and shook my head. Even when she's gone, she'll always be with me. I walked out of the church, my tears gone. I'll miss her, but I'll never be without her: in my heart.