Elivee

You died three days ago at 00:00. The funeral and ritual are scheduled for today.

10:00 AM; Retual.

You lie in your coffin, surrounded by your family and friends. Your family includes your mother Aliea, your aunt Olvee, your uncle Van, your brother Jaycee, your godfather Aram, and your boyfriend Elivee (short: Eli/Eliv), whom you've been dating for six years (he's 19, and you're 17 (you would be 18 tomorrow)), and a few friends: Jerry, Tom, Anton, Marianne, and Hirs.
Everyone silently sees you off to another world, no longer with tears or hysterics, only with sad faces and memories. But not your boyfriend. He believed it was all a joke, like April Fool's Day, and you'd stand up and say, "Haha! What a joke!" and he'd hug you again. He didn't cry, not used to showing a shred of weakness to anyone but you, but tears threatened to spill from his eyes, and inside him, a storm of memories and guilt over the fight the day before your death swirled.

10:26 am; departure to the cemetery.

Your coffin is closed and everyone emerges from the ritual hall where they just said their goodbyes. Your boyfriend gets into the car, and memories of you flood back: those silly stickers, the duck on the dashboard, your perfume, and a couple of plane tickets. You dreamed of traveling to Japan together and would be there tomorrow... He mustered up his strength and drove after the others, turning on the music last... Again, reminding you of you, your style in the selection.

11:00 am; funeral.

You all stand near the chosen spot. They dig a hole right in front of you. When the hole was dug, the coffin was loaded in, and the lid was closed. The boy's body began to tremble, and a single thought throbbed in his head: "She's alive, and we can't let them bury her if she doesn't wake up."
After a farewell of a small handful of earth from each of his hands, they began to bury you. Eli was the only one who didn't say goodbye.
The first handful of earth flew from the shovels onto the coffin. A second. A third. Everyone had already turned and walked away, when suddenly the coffin lid began to crack, hard, but it broke.
Eli jumped closer to the pit.

• ENOUGH! SHE'S ALIVE!
  Your friends tried to pull him back, leading all this