My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 37

Chapter 37:

1 month later...

The funeral had come and past for the remembrance of Amarys Green.

It was an ordinary funeral, full of tears.

Of course I was upset during the service, but I don't understand people who ball up their emotions, only to release them at the so called, "celebration of their life".

It was hard at first, going back to school. Hearing Amarys' name through hushed whispers in the hallway when I walked by.

Or even harder, hearing Claire cry about Amarys, and then get everyone around her to comfort her for her horrible loss. After all, Claire meant so much to Amarys.

The worst part of all, is now.

Now her name never even comes up.

I guess even dying doesn't stay important with our schools constantly moving trends.

Thinking about her being at Clarkson High is like waking up with that leftover taste in your mouth.

You can't put your finger on the fact that it's not the same as the first time.

It's like an old recording of a once powerful message.

My life is different now.

Not because I look any different, or do things any better or worse, but because my perspective is altered.

I've realized, life is fragile.

It's a vase that people get so used to holding and carrying around.

They don't think to treasure it until it comes crashing down.

It's sad.

It takes gluing back all the little shattered pieces to actually appreciate that vase.

I didn't truly appreciate Amarys until it was too late.

So now I know how I want to live my life.

I'm going to let be it in a way that shows that I love my life.

Because I'm here on earth, breathing and free.

And you never know what's around the corner, so make it a long walk down that hallway.

Make it a trip full of sights and sounds and happiness.

And treasure your life.

Because if there's one thing that all of my best friends and families have taught me, it's that life is precious.

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The End.

(Don't worry, an authors note is coming soon.)