Neighbors(Being Rewritten)

The Funeral

Today's Heather's funeral. I pulled in my black dress and put on my black hat. I never thought I'd be attending my best friend's funeral. Especially this soon. Once my mom, brother, and I walk in I immediately see Eric. He gets up from his seat and stands by me. I look straight ahead and see her. Heather. Looking flawless as usual. Even dead she looks perfect.

"Where's Jase?" Eric whispered at me.

"I don't know." I said and pulled out my phone to show him the text.

I gave him my phone and he began to read the message. The one that made me a little happy and a little angry at the same time.

"Wow..." Was all he said to me.

We took our seats in the front row. Nice, close, and personal to her dead body. Dead. Dead. Dead. The word keeps on floating around in my head. How is she dead? Why so soon? I don't understand it. Nor do I really want to. The ceremony was amazing and beautiful. If she were alive and this was someone else's funeral, she'd be satisfied and make me promise I'd make hers just like this. And of course I would. Because I'm her best friend, and I'm meant to help make her dreams come true. Then I remember something. I still need to tell Eric I'm moving.

"Eric!" I called to him as he walked with his family to their car.

He turned around and began walking to me.

"I'm moving. Like right now." I said.

"What!?" He said.

"We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors. And your leaving me. Alone. To deal with all of this. All of this death."

"I'm sorry. I think it's what's best for me and my family." I said.

"Whatever." He said.

He turned away and began walking. Leaving me sad. I guess I won't be texting him anytime soon. Or talk to him. Nothing to do with him but think about him. I don't understand anything anymore. He's supposed to support me. That's what friends do, right? Not get mad when you're moving. So it's not my fault. It's his. He needs to get over it. Be happy for me. That's what friends do. What true friends do. Then my phone buzzes.

Eric: I'm sorry, I should support you. I just don't want to be left alone. Please text me every chance you can. I'm going to miss you and at least I won't miss talking to you because we would still do that.

Me: it's fine. I understand why you'd be mad. I would be too. And of course I'll text you. That's what friends do.

Eric: Great. Have a good trip.

I just left it with that. I had nothing more to say. We drove away from where my best friend is now buried and to our new home state. New York. I hope that the past will remain there, I just want to forget all about it. And as we exit the state we previously lived in, I realized it may be easier than I thought to forget about it. Eric and I were neighbors, now that in leaving I'm leaving with him as a friend. We'll always be neighbors. Wherever we both go.