an~ You're all gonna hate me for this, but I had it in my head and I'm suffering from post-Christmas letdown. Sorry 'bout my emoness
Sabrina looked down at the boat containig the remains of Puck. He actually looked pretty good all, things considered. After all, most people don't even have a body left to say goodbye to after meeting up with both a dragon and the black knight. But this fact was only of mild interest to her. Nothing really caught her attention anymore. After Puck died, she had closed in on herself, not letting herself feel anything. She was empty. Cold and Empty.
Quite a few people had come to Puck's funeral. Most of the New York everafters were there, as well as the entire Grimm-supporting population of Ferryport Landing. The funeral was going to be like Oberon's, with Puck's body being placed in a boat and the boat being lit on fire.
Mustardseed was the first to say goodbye. "Now that Puck is gone, I am the king of Faerie. I will miss my brother dearly, although he wanted for me to rule in his stead, even when he was alive. Goodbye, Puck." He retreated to his side of the bridge, tears running down his face.
Next to speak was Titania. "Puck was my oldest son. I loved him very much..."
That was about when Sabrina tuned her out. She was one of the few dry-eyed ones in the crowd, which earned her some funny looks. It wasn't that she didn't miss him, it was that she was out of tears. Out of everything. Daphne and Granny were openly bawling, and the rest of the family was crying as well. She would like to comfort them, but it took too much effort, and the shell of ice around her heart wouldn't allow her to do so.
Granny spoke next. "I loved Puck like my own grandson..."
And again Sabrina stopped listening. She didn't want to hear about what Puck had done and how many people would miss him. Obviously a whole bunch of people would miss him very much, and did they really need to bring it up by talking about it? She started looking around the crowd. It was surprisingly lage. Who knew how many people liked him this much?
Granny finished talking and Daphne started. Sabrina decided to pay attention this time. She was up next. "Puck was one of my best friends and almost an older brother to me. I loved him very much. His death... hurts...a lot...and..." Daphne dissolved into tears and walked back to her family.
Sabrina sighed. It was time to talk. "Hey Puck." She started. "I know everyone's gonna think there's something wrong with me because, number one, instead of making a speech like everyone else, I'm just gonna talk to you, and two, I'm not crying. It's not that I don't WANT to cy, 'cause I do, a lot, but I'm out of tears. Out of everything but ice. You know, you look pretty good, all things considered. If you weren't clean, I might just think you were sleeping. But you're not. You're dead. And I'll never see you again. You should've seen me when that sunk in. You would've laughed. I alternated between crying and screaming for three days straight. Then I kind of curled up in a ball on the end of the bed for another day or so. Then I got up and moved around again, but I'm not me anymore, just a shell. The real me died when you did. But I still have to go on without you. And that's gonna be the hardest thing I ever did, the hardest thing I'll ever have to do."
Tears had started coursing down her face, unnoticed by her, but painfully obvious to everyone listening. "It seems like I always tell you the important things too late. In goodbyes and when you can't hear me. Last time was in New York, when I thought I was leaving and you were staying. But you came back anyway. You've always done that. Saved me. Come back to me. Yelled at me when I was being stupid. Listened, even. Who am I gonna get to do that for me now? I can't save myself. You told me yourself that without you I'd die in 15 minutes. But you died saving me, and If there is an afterlife, the first thing I'm gonna do is yell at you for that. How could you leave me behind? I'd rather YOU fell down and twisted your ankle so bad you douldn't move, and I got to be the self-sacrificing one who blocked the black knight and distracted the dragon. The last part I could do. I'm very good at drawing the attention of bad guys. But of course, if it had been me, we'd both be dead. After all, I'm no good at saving anybody, never have been. You know that, for the past few months, you've been the clostest thing I've had to a friend? I mean, there's Daphne, but she doesn't count. I know I hated you in the beginning, but something changed. I guess I changed, some, and I know you changed. You grew up a lot. And I guess I kind of learned to see through the jerk who terrorized me for ages to the nicer guy inside. I don't know if I can go on with this coldness, Puck. With never waking up to find a tarantula on my face, or my pillow stuffed with jelly, or something like that. Because...well...I love you. That's what I meant to say all along, only I was too young to see it and even if I wasn't, you might have laughed at me. But you're dead now and you'll never laugh again, so I'm good there. I wish...I wish I could fix this. More than anything else in the world, I wish I could bring you back to life."
The last few words were whisphered harshly. By now, everyone was crying, and most of those who had been already were REALLY crying now. Sabrina sighed. "But I can't. You're dead forever. Goodbye, Puck. I love you, forever and always." with those last words, she lit a match and threw it into the boat.