xx. Colorless
They sit in the front row. She's weeping openly, and he's trying not to. It's not right, it's unfair. He'd always been so idealistic, so happy, but now he feels like he could just abandon himself and become a cynic.
It's a pretty box, shiny box. And he thinks that this whole process is unnatural. They're supposed to cry, they're supposed to fling themselves onto the casket, and try to revive him again. He feels devoid of everything and anything. By the way she's clinging to him, he bets she feels the same way.
Matthew would like heaven, he thinks.