I held her hand tight, and I wasn’t ever letting go. She was a part of me. She craved my soul. She looked beautiful today too in the white gown.Her face was pretty as always.Those long lashes and her hazel-brown eyes always capitated me. Her cute moles on the right side of the nose, it always made me wanna kiss me more and more. Those small dimples on her left side of the cheek whenever she smiled. Her lips were rosy pink, that would always be my favorite.I love her , more than myself. The white gown perfectly fitter her body. She looked eternal but my time to her wasn’t eternal. I look around myself, those all familiar faces filled with sadness and terror.

“ How can you do that to yourself?”

That’s all I could say after looking at her.

The innocence could be still lingering in her face. She wasn’t evil, she couldn’t be and I refused to accept if she has done any bad to anyone. She was fragile human. After all, I love her still. She looks beautiful sleeping in those casket made of brown wooden. The small pillow and bed made of white and fur looks comfortable.She looked peaceful on her own. I looked around myself friends and family ; everyone is wearing black and bowing down in silence as if they wanted to get down with this. But for me, how can I ?

How am I supposed to let her go.

My friend, mark has been my dear friend since I was 9. He knew everything about me.He came forward and wishpered in my ear, “ She is gone now, let her go and you remember what she wanted. “ I stayed silent, she wanted me to let her go completely when the time comes. I could never understood anything why would she say something so stupid and now it all made sense.

We met in college, I was 19 and she was 18. She was younger than me by 2 months yet still she used to call me “Oldie.” I knew the moment I met her I knew she was the one. We started dating exactly after a year of knowing each other. We never fought, she had a happy family and she always seem to be kind and caring. I love her a lot and she did too. But, a sudden loss of her in my life was hard to accept. How am I supposed to pass my day without her. I need to do that now, but will I ever move on ?

The constant reminder of her being just a memory in my life now haunted me more than anything . She was emtope of kindness, long live my queen.

I back off from her sleep, maybe she wanted this. She wanted to go, but how can she ever think of unaliving herself and leave me alone here.

“ Goodbye , my love.”

I could only utter those before I took final steps back from her as if it was time for her to go and completely vanish into the thin air.