By Karen
"I love you. You know that, don't you?"Willow stared at me. It was a stupid thing to say. Somehow I just needed reassurances today. Today. Not a good day.
"Yeah." She breathed it out like a sigh. It sounded so natural and wonderful. Letting myself relax a little I suddenly felt selfish. Staring ahead I tried to crush the warmth that always spread through me whenever Willow spoke or moved or breathed near me. Or far away from me and yet still within my line of sight.
She slipped her fingers between mine. I felt her eyes on me, but I didn't meet them. I was supposed to be silent. Supposed to be wracked with grief. And I was. But it was hard to hurt so badly and yet retain my love for her. It kept intruding on the sad thoughts.
The caskets appeared. Willow winced. Oh, God! I was crushing her fingers. Feeling like an idiot, I let go. She doesn't. Her eyes close for a second and I feel my eyes filling up with tears. The ground never looked so cold.
And as they lowered my old stratocaster into the ground, Willow dropped roses on the casket. I loved her more in that moment then ever before. How many girls would put up with a funeral for a guitar?
"It was my first guitar." I sob.
"I know." She whispers. "But it's going to a better place now. A place full of Ibenez and Fenders with little music stands where they play 'Stairway' all day. . ."
She pulls me into her arms as they bury the wonderful stratocaster I'd called friend. Devon put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder, then left without a word.
"Why couldn't it have been me?" I ask as Willow starts laughing.
The End.
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