Nel's Monologue

It was an ironically sunny day. Birds were chirping, kids were playing in the park, a perfect breeze was blowing through the trees. Yet Todd couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy it. No one in the funeral home could. Instead, everyone was either crying or emotionless. Neil’s father, Mr. Perry, was giving the eulogy. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of my only son, Neil. He was taken from me much too soon, and he will surely be missed. He was brilliant…”

Todd leans over in his seat towards Knox and whispers, “Do you think Keating will come?”

“I doubt it,” Knox replies, “he probably wouldn’t make it through the door.” Mr. Perry continues, “... and let us not forget all of the great things he was destined for, that sadly we

The last person left the room and the door shut with a final thud. The room was completely empty, except for Todd. He made his way towards the casket at the front of the room and paused. As he stood over the casket he remembered all that had happened with Neil. He remembered the first day when he met Neil. He was a complete stranger to him and he still accepted him as his friend. He remembered the day they decided to start the Dead Poet’s Society again, and that first night in the cave. He remembered the night when they stood together and Neil helped him get through another disappointing desk set from his

I’d do anything to see him one more time.” Chris stays silent for a moment, not sure if she’s supposed to reply or not, before saying, “You never introduced me. I wish I had gotten a chance to meet him.” “He was going through a lot. Sometimes I wonder if it’s best that his troubles are over.” Knox stopped walking along the path, just a few yards away from the cave. Chris stopped as well, now turning to fully face Knox, “Why can’t you just move on, Knox?” Knox turns towards Chris, disbelief coloring his face. “How could you say that, Chris? He was one of my best friends.” “I’m sorry Knox, but it’s been a whole month! You should be moving on by now.” Knox’s face starting changing from disbelief to anger, he nearly shouted his next words, “You can’t just get over the loss of a friend like that!” “Can’t you do it for me, Knox?” Knox frustratedly runs his hands through his hair, pulling on the ends of it, “It’s not that simple!” “Can you at least try?” The wind blows softly in their faces as the silence settles over them. Knox walks forward, stopping as he arrives at the mouth of the cave. Chris follows slowly behind him, careful as to not set him