Separated in the Phantoms

Chapter 33

I convinced Faith’s mom, Amethyst, to take me on the retrieval mission of Faith’s body down the cliff. Me, Amethyst and a few other men I didn’t know, stepped into a boat and sailed towards the cliff. I explained into the final details what the site looked like. The pointy rocks, the angry sea and the grey, dark colour. The sea was as angry as ever, and the boat had a hard time staying on the water. It was a dark, rainy, gloomy day. I was completely soaked from the rain. My wet hair was sticking against my face and my clothes. Suddenly, in the distance, the side of the cliff appeared. It was still far away, but I could clearly see it. I was scared. Scared of what her body looked like. It was a few days after her death.  Anything could happen in a few days. I just prayed that her body was well reserved, even though that might look terrifying. The boat basically jumped up and down the wild waves, as if the sea was a trampoline. Slowly but surely, the cliffs began closing in on us. The fear inside of me grew with every time the image of the dark cliffs became bigger. I couldn’t help but wonder if Faith would’ve ever felt the same for me as I feel for her. The cliffs began having shapes. The rocks that were lined against the sea began showing their sharp points, the cliff wall began showing its dents and curves. The sharp rocks got in the way of our view of Faith’s body. We couldn’t see it. Finally, the shipman tied the boat onto a sharp rock and the two other men helped me and Amethyst pass the rocks. And there she was. Her gorgeous, blue hair laying wild and free on the ground. Her body laying in the most impossible ways. She didn’t move. She didn’t breathe. Her eyes were wide open, but they were lifeless. There was nothing, no emotion, nothing in her eyes. I felt tears well up inside my eyes. I slowly walked towards her and closed her eyes. I sank down and my knees hit the floor.
“You can rest now.” I whispered through my tears. I heard Amethyst cry behind me. I stepped away to give the woman some time with her daughter. After that, she signed for the two men who helped us to wrap her in a sheet and carry her into the boat. The whole boat ride back home was quiet. No one spoke. No one made any sound whatsoever. The only sounds you could hear was the far away thunder, the waves clashing against the metal of the boat and our soft breaths.
When we arrived, Amethyst and I parted ways. The funeral was the next day. Amethyst was planning it all. All I had to do was give Amethyst an insight on how Faith was when she was with me.
I walked into my house and went straight up to my room. I had to pick out an outfit for the funeral the next day. I picked out a pink dress, Faith always told me that she loved that dress. My dad knocked on my door and I told him to come in.
“What are you doing, love?” He asked.
“Picking out an outfit for the funeral tomorrow.” I said. I heard how emotionless my voice was, but I ignored it. My dad’s gaze fell onto the pink dress.
“You’re wearing pink?” He asked, confused. I sighed.
“Faith and I always promised one another to wear bright colours to the funeral of the other.” I said, with the same emotionless tone as before. My dad kissed my head and left my room.