I started by pushing.

Pushing is good.

Then I pulled.

People don't like it when you push and pull. They think it's "annoying".

But she died.

And she was so full of life, and such a big part of ours. In a way, we all depended on her a bit. Because She depended on her, and we all depend on Her.

A while later we'd find out why. But now all we felt was… nothing.

The sadness consumed everything, the sorrow silenced it all. You never see it in movies and TV shows. They're always talking about the life after death, how people move on with their lives, find peace and are just better. But they never seem to get that part, when you lose someone you really care about, how it all just goes numb.

And I kept asking questions, because I didn't understand. And when they told me I was inappropriate, I told them. I told them how I didn't understand, how someone could be here one moment and so beautiful and full of life and the next thing you know she's gone, she left the body and they wouldn't explain, they wouldn't tell me why she can't just – get back in! And how was I supposed to find out? Find out why she would never do anything, would never have eggs, or yawn, or brush her hair, never again?

But when I asked they all simply looked at me. And then… then she told me, "We don't know. How it works.

"Why."