Art of DyingHe sits and stares over at her, looking into her pleading eyes.
“please, not yet,” she pleads. “my time isn’t done yet, i still have so much i have to do.”
He sits, and shakes his head, indicating that no, your time is done.
she looks up, straight into the eyes of the soul keeper, and sees not a skeleton, but herself. she stiffens, and countless thoughts race through her head. ‘am i the bringer of my own death?’ she thought.
The figure takes a step back, giving the girl her space.
she sat and thought, and worried, and grieved. over her life that she wasted, over the lies she has told.
“There is a better chance that it will rain flower petals and rose thorns than there is for her to live,” she remembers the doctor telling her mother. “At this point, there is nothing to do but wait for her death to come.”
she was only 10.
Her father left a year later. “I can’t take this shit anymore! We have a dying child who w
It Isn't Always What It SeemsEveryone always said that falling in love with your best friend could be the best thing you would ever do for yourself.
And I'm not sitting here disagreeing.
It's amazing. It's surreal. It's the best thing, falling in love with someone you know so well, someone that is exactly like you.
Why would you want anything different? Living the perfect life, the one you had always imagined as a child. Living with the perfect husband, or wife, in the biggest house on the hill overlooking each sunrise and sunset. Having coffee every morning with the supposed perfect man, smiling at each other, basking in the love of each other.
Everything was so perfect, all so perfect. What more could I ask for? He left for work one morning, same as always. Kiss goodbye, wave, and go our separate ways. I went into the house, and looked around, noticing things I’ve always overlooked. The feeling the house gave- I always felt so homey, so at home. Now... now, it doesn’t feel right. It feels as if I