Crying Over My Coffin

Synopsis

My funeral was quite the spectacle. A crystal coffin surrounded by white roses—my favorite flowers when I was alive. My four brothers stood by the coffin in black suits, their faces as pale as ghosts. At the front, my fiancé, Enoch Leblanc, stood frozen. His trembling fingers brushed the edge of the coffin. His usually indifferent eyes were now swollen and bloodshot with grief. How ironic. When I was alive, none of them could even be bothered to look at me. Now that I was gone, they acted like they couldn't live without me. I hovered above them, watching with cold detachment from the ceiling. If souls could laugh, I'd be laughing my head off right now.