Not even death could bring them apart | A sequel to Emil x Dina

Chapter 1 - Emil's funeral

(Naya's pov)

My entire grade and I made our way towards the church for Emil's funeral. It's a quick walk, which is quite obvious since we can see it from our classroom windows. Nobody said anything, not even a single word. That's very surprising. Well, it's probably because they're sad or hurt or whatever. I have no idea. I'm not good at people's feelings. But I was only quiet because I didn't want to talk. Too much energy. People usually call me emo, which I kind of agree with, but I'm just kind of cold and reserved. I only wear white, gray and black clothes, so I'm unsure if that's why they call me emo or if it's because of my personality. I usually only talk to my friends, which took me about 4 months to get. You see, I started here last year at the start of 6th grade. I wasn't very talkative at my old school, either. And I usually just wrote in my notebook. Honestly, I prefer notebooks more than people.

After all the teachers had counted us to make sure we're all here, we entered the church and found a seat. Me and my best (and only) friends, Sirah and Silke, found some seats in the back. None of us were really interested in being here, and Sirah has talked about skipping it multiple times this weekend. Well, the only good thing about this is that we'll get to skip pe, which I absolutely despise. As a priest was preparing to begin her speech, Sirah stood up. She managed to make her way towards the door quietly without anybody else but me and Silke noticing her. And as she was about to open the door, she tripped over her own foot and fell, causing everybody to look at her.

"Are you okay?" Martin shouted, as he stood up to make sure she's alright. Sirah groans, and I knew it was because she wasn't interested in talking to Martin. Me and Silke quietly giggled at Sirah's clumsiness. "Alright, Sirah, stand up and sit next to Naya so we can start," Martin sat down again. And Sirah sighed as she made her way towards us again.

I didn't really listen to the priest, and in reality I was zoning out. I didn't care about Emil. I don't care about his death. In a way, I'm actually kind of happy he died. I looked over at Silke and Sirah who were leaning their heads on each other's shoulders. Their eyes were closed, and they seemed to be sleeping. Finally, the priest was finished, and when we made our way out the church, it amazed me how all these people can be so quiet. Even Kona and Charley were quiet, and they're usually very talkative. I looked at my teachers, Martin and Anders, and I was surprised to see they were very affected. Martin has known Emil since first grade, so I guess it's understandable that his eyes were watery, but Anders had only been his teacher for half a year, and somehow, he was almost about to cry, too.

How can somebody care for someone like that- especially if they've only known each other for half a year?