The Empty Coffin

2 - The Funeral

Heya!! Here we are, chapter 2. Hope you enjoy it. I did enjoy writing it.

I took my seat in the last row. I didn't want to sit with my schoolmates because half of them only claimed to be Infinity's friends, which they weren't. I couldn't believe those girls I saw stifling cries today morning while they were the same people I saw making fun of her in the hallways.

Michelle turned up late but she took her seat beside Miles, so I was all by myself.

The coffin which sat in front of us had her, my girl. And honestly, I did not want to think about it.

I still did not want to believe she won't be around anymore. But then, how do I explain the funeral and the coffin? Maybe I had been running from the truth all along. And the truth was: Infinity was dead. Nothing can bring her back. Her heart isn't beating anymore.

Pause.

A part of me: No. No. This cannot be true. It hasn't happened. She's alive.

A wiser part of me: Its time accept the truth, child.

Other part of me: still not ready to accept it.

I wanted her. I loved her so hard. And I'd told her. But she'd told me not to be stupid. That I shouldn't be wasting my time on her. She didn't see what was good in her. And I wanted to make her realize that. And, I couldn't. She left.

But I'll forever be glad to know that it hasn't happened.

Only, it wasn't.

A few of the girls talked about how an amazing friend she was, her goodness and kindness and all such stuff people make fun of that person when they're around but talk about it on their funeral.

I didn't think my turn to speak would come so soon but I did want to tell people who she was to me. How wonderful she was.

I walked upto the coffin, trying to believe what stood before me. Tears welled up in my eyes. All I could think about was her.

"My name is Richard. I am one of Infinity's classmates. I was." I sighed.
"She was truly a miracle. A born miracle. And since the day I've met her, she became my definition of kindness. I won't tell you what happened at school or how she acted around people. But I can tell you the person she was around me.

I've always admired her courage. She was the only one who fought against anything wrong happening to her. She spoke out. She saw when people did wrong and tried to help those who were suffering and in need of support.

That's the reason I loved her, all girls at high school knew how to make themselves feel important.
She did not have a good sense of humour and was very good at keeping secrets." She always was like that.
"Infinity was madness and wonder. Sometimes bursting with optimism. Other times tensed about serious things such as life and goals and dreams. That's what she's always been.

But now that she's gone, the concept of wonder seems less wonderful. The world seems to be losing its beauty. People seem to love less than they did. Happiness seems to be spreading at a slower rate. And the world, the world doesn't seems to be an ideal place to live anymore." A pause.

I tried to hold back my tears. But couldn't. My girl was dead. How could I be alright?
"How do I teach my soul that she's gone?
How do I tell it there's less goodness in this world?"

I had more. I didn't want to speak this out to all. But somewhere inside, I knew that if I don't, I'd be regretting it later. So I continued. "I want to be with Infinity. Wherever she is. But I don't trust death. It can both unite and separate us on its own accord.