We had a secret affair, now she is dead; should I introduce myself at her funeral?

He woke up to a bright new day with lucid blue in the sky. To the east, the swirling masses of birds were rising and falling. Their colors were interlacing the brightness of the sky. It was a beautiful day and that was the worst part. Today, Arvin was attending the funeral of his lover who was attacked and killed by thugs. The arcs of their lives were physically coming to a painful end this day.

Arvin was going to be unnoticed and invincible throughout the burial as theirs had been a secret love affair. His deepest satisfaction had always depended on her needs and he strived to provide that. Together, they had visited doors that they never knew existed. The anticipation for each other had proved more thrilling than life itself. Now, he wished that he had never visited places of himself that only remained with a broken meaning.