A few years later:
Neji finally decided to bury (y/n) it had been a while since she died but when she went I cried like it was yesterday. I saw Neji struggling. I am ashamed that I cannot help him get through this. He has to do it himself. Diachi came back to our village but he died not long after because of his Mocree as well. Yet another funeral. It was hard, his funeral, because it reminded us of (y/n)’s.
Neji died soon as well and suddenly everything I knew had vanished. Everyone was deeply sad but I think I was the only one who cried. At least he got back to (y/n). They say when you die an angel collects you. I bet (y/n) was his angel. He would have loved that.
Everything has its time and everything dies. We are dying from the second we are born. Some die sooner than others but eventually we all go. I will see my friends again some day. In the afterlife.