Two weeks later:

I slowly look at myself in the mirror, at my white hair and pale skin and my body dressed in black. I've tied my hair in a tight ponytail, Alice would have liked it that way, and I put my second black earring in my ear.

Today is Peter and Alice's funeral, no one is talking about my cousin's wedding which was supposed to have been today and even my mother and father are coming with us. I've actually only hidden handkerchiefs in my black bag. It's creepy, I like to dress in black, but on an occasion like this this colour seems much deeper and has...