Lasting: A Short Story

In limbo for hours until I finally decided to arise. Stretching and moving, waking my body up in preparation for the difficult day ahead. Physically my bones ached, creaking as I walked, like the floorboards of a forgotten home. Mentally I was lost, for I had nothing to say. I was a mime walking. What should someone do when the most important person in their life dies?
Do you sit there, do you cry, do you ignore everyone? The funeral lasted for an hour and thirty-two minutes, from start to finish, in a church dressed for the occasion.This funeral was also one of which I was prepared to speak at. Not to people or to an audience, but to God. We were in a Holy Church honoring a corpse but that isn't what I wanted. I wanted her and her spirit wasn't here because she had turned into no more than a statue and the artist who created her was God himself. So, I turned to him for answers as to why she had to die. For what had she done to deserve her life being taken and what
As friends we were always around each other, she being there for me and I for her. On weekends, she would come over as much as she could and we never did extravagant things but still she became my best friend. Her amazing smile could shine light in the darkest room and her laugh could get out me of any rut I had perpetually set myself into. From the coldest winter nights where she would sit outside until three in the morning on the phone with me to the time you wrote me poems to cheer me up, you were always there for me. Our friendship last one year, nine months, and seventeen days, and through all that time, I had never cared for someone as much as I did for you. Even today, you are beautiful. I can’t express in amount of words how much you meant to me and I hope that I never can. Kori, you being here for me was the greatest blessing I could ever have asked for and I know that you are looking down on me from