EULOGY

Fay woke up the morning of the funeral, and stark naked, she walked up to her mirror.

As she stood, watching her reflection, she ran a hand through her thick hair.

Her hands went to her eyes next, and stopped when it reached her lips.

With her fingers, she stroked her lips gently, and closed her eyes.

The first image she saw was Ace's, as she slightly bit her lips.

It drove him crazy whenever she would do that around him.

Crazy how two nights of just letting go, and not thinking about anything other than her immediate happiness, had turned out to not be the greatest choice.

She had fun quite alright, but morning came, and reality set in.

"He's dead," she muttered, and her eyes shot open.

She watched her reflection as a single tear fell from her eyes.

"The love of my life is dead," she continued, her lips quivering.

The force of the acceptance pushed her behind, and she fell on her bed.