HARD TO FORGET

Even today, I can remember how much pain I felt. It has been almost a year since it happened.
It is said that time takes care of every wound, but it is not said how long it takes.
Now, that souvenir is alive in my mind and, like right now, every time it reappears, it makes my heart wince for the sorrow.

Matthias was a year younger than me. He had two big, beautiful blue eyes. His smile lit up everything around him. But, on that fateful day, his young, clear eyes were closed in the darkness and his smile could no longer make light. On 12th April, it was raining, the sky was completely covered, there was no sun and the bells were ringing the death notice.
The church was full of poor souls, dressed in black, that were watching the humble casket, in which there was Matthias. When I got closer to his body, I could see his pure, innocent face. He seemed to be weirdly smiling; his expression was so pacific and I was too unprepared to address all this. The atmosphere appeared surreal to my eyes and I started crying. I could not endure all those feelings. The silent tears crossed my visage, while around of me I could hear only people who blew their nose, people who sobbed, people who screamed for the agony.
I was near to my best friend's dead body. I was totally petrified. I was not able to react. The more I thought about what we did together, the more stricken I felt.

I said goodbye to him forever.