"So this is what it's like?" Her voice matched her eyes: soft and innocent.
She clasped her hands together tightly in attempt to hide the tremors.
Her normally flushed cheeks were as pale as her white knuckles.
I wanted to caress her, tell her I was sorry.
My jaw opened, but immediately closed.
Neither of us had anything else to say. We both had all of our answers.
I fought myself to not entangle my fingers into hers.
I knew her now corpse-like hands would be too realistic to hold.
A once tangled triangle now remains a single line.
My eyes flashed up to meet her watery oceans.
I would always love her.
Our heads bowed down to peer back into the coffin where not only my best friend would forever rest, but also all of her love.