Keith I looked back and saw my best friend, Cassian, standing by the door, looking at me, his eyes still filled with pity. I hated that look, but perhaps I did look pitiable today, and there had to be one day when pity was allowed. I had lost my mother today, so I guess that day had to be today."What?" I asked him. "Can everybody just leave me alone? I want to grieve my mother quietly.""Of course," he said, "but we have to take her body away. It will start to smell soon if we don't work on it."I looked at my mother's body and put her hand in mine. It was cold, so cold I felt I was clasping the palms of death itself."Mom," I whispered. "Why don't you just wake up already? This joke you're playing is far too gone."I heard footsteps behind me. Cassian was approaching me. He placed his hand on my shoulder in a bid to comfort me. "I'm sorry for your loss, Keith. I really am, but it is time you let go."Tears dropped from my eyes. "How could I ever let go, Cassian? How could you tell
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