WIRES

TWO

[ trigger warning: mentions of suicide ]

5 YEARS AGO

It's weird to think how a whole life could fit in a box. Someone who had been breathing and perfectly healthy only a week ago, and here they were trapped in the confines of a casket.

Pinkie had her head resting on me quietly sobbing as I stared at the coffin. After hearing the news, she wouldn't let me leave her side. I hated seeing her so unhappy. I wasn't the best at making people smile like she could, but I tried.

Pinkie's hand rested in my mine, her other held a piece of paper with typed writing she was supposed to read aloud. Her knotted curly hair pooled onto my shoulder.

The whole week after she died, Pinkie hadn't stopped sobbing. She told me it hurt too much, that her heart felt as if it had broken into a million pieces. And the only thing she could do was cry.

Me? I was the opposite. I couldn't cry. For the past five days, my tears had completely disappeared. I didn't know what I felt anymore, my emotions had left me.

My eyes still remained on the casket only a few feet away from us. Someone stood in front of it, speaking about her. Words came out of their mouth yet I couldn't understand a single thing.

The only thing that was going through my mind was that exactly a week ago, she was still alive. I ate dinner with her, we watched that movie together. How life could be so fragile, within a blink of an eye it could all be over.

When she died, it felt like everything stopped. As if someone had thrown a heavy rock onto my chest. And yet, the whole world continued to spin. The sun was still shining, the people still laughed, the birds still chirped.

I couldn't understand how the world could still remain so happy, even after one of the most important people to my girlfriend had been torn away from us.

The world doesn't stop for anyone.

I blinked, removing my stare from the casket and looking around. The funeral we were at was held in a darker room, the windows were covered so there was no natural light. Rows and rows of seats filed behind the casket.

I sat in the front, next to Pinkie. I turned my head, the empty chairs coming into view. Only about three rows had been completely full.

She didn't have many friends and it didn't seem as if the Pie family had many relatives. My family was there, close members of the Apple family accompanied us. And of course, our five other friends were here as support for Pinkie. My gaze caught Applejack who sat directly behind me next to Applebloom.

Once we caught eye contact, I felt chills go down my spine. Her eyes were dark and sad, something I wasn't used to seeing from her. She gave me a weak gentle nod, I turned back around to look back at the casket.

We remained like this, Pinkie on my shoulder, random voices I didn't recognize or give any energy to listen to — until it was Pinkie's turn to speak.

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Pinkie stood in front of the casket, holding the piece of paper in front of her. I couldn't recognize her, she had looked so different than her usual appearance. Dark clothes, saddened anxious expression. Crazy how much could happen within just a week.

In her shaky hands was the eulogy I helped her write. Watching her up there, worry had overcome me. Never once had I seen Pinkie this timid.

She averted her eyes from the note to the crowd she stood in front of. Silence filled the room, everyone was waiting for her to say something.