Life Number 3 (Mha X Reader)

"You're insane!
"I know! Isn't it wonderful?"
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"This is like what? The second time you have crashed your own funeral?"
"Third time actually"
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Currently, she was sitting in her own funeral. Listening to the quiet sniffling and the boring voice of the man speaking upfront. The casket itself was empty, her body was never found, yet people swore they saw her fall to her death. Hundreds of eyewitnesses say how the girl with the (h/c) hair fell to her death. Why was that so hard to believe though? Maybe it was the fact the none of the cameras around the area saw any of it, all video recordings and pictures of people who were sick enough in the head to fill the death of a young girl show nothing but the cloudless sky and the yelling of people.

That's why the death of (Y/n) (L/n) was such a mystery.

Every online document, every form, photo, video of her was gone. Memories of the girl were so blurred in people's minds that it was hard to remember what she looked like.

Yet here they all were, people who hardly cared enough about her to ask how her day was when she was alive were crying over a body that was not there, the memories of her that will soon leave their mind or become so faint that it might as well be that she never existed at all.

And that's why, the girl who was sitting at her own funeral, started laughing.