Seconds tick to minutes. Minutes jump to hours. Hours lengthen to days. Days stretch to weeks. Weeks develop into months. Months expand into years.
Time continues to flow, despite all of the losses in our world. Like no death effects it, because it doesn't. Time knows that it's not very good to linger around the past, to mope around because of our deceased loved ones; ones that have been gone for more than moons. The sun continues to shine, but Silverstream doesn't continue to live. Her soul evaporates like water on a hot day, turning into mist and slowly rising into the sky until her soul no longer exists on the earth. When StarClan takes her into their home among the stars, where every rightful cat should go.
But why her?
Why did fate have to rip my beautiful mate away from me, when they could of taken any other cat? When they could of ended the misery of other cats, who needed to die to get away from the pain? Silverstream was in pain, but she could survive. I knew she could, I wasn't going to give up on her. But no, StarClan decided to cheat on me and cut her life to claim her. I looked at the water, pure and clean as it rushed by, undisturbed by my thoughts. Mocking me about how I had failed desperately to have a successful relationship, and was showing it in my face how it could go move on, for forever possibly. While I wasn't even thinking about moving on.
I thought- no, wanted to end this. To end this pain that had been searing through my heart every single day I look at the river, those swiftly moving currents.
The river was swollen from the previous rain storm, but I could still hear the thunder rumbling quietly as the thunderheads moved silently away. As if fleeing from a crime scene that has yet to happen, sneaking slowly away by each minute.
They're psychic, I thought with a pained smile, as I took a step closer to the gurgling water. But this is no crime scene; it's just an accident, no one will be blamed for it.
Two more steps. Just a leap and I'll be captured by the current's strong grasp and carry me away, to death itself. I wouldn't struggle, I would let it do it's purpose: to keep moving forward. Forward me into death, where I would embrace it with no regret. The pain would end, I would see Silverstream again.
Just as I was about to end my life, a second through raced through my mind : Do I really want to do this? What about Stormkit and Featherkit? They would be motherless and fatherless. How could I do that to them? How could I be so selfish?
I stepped away from the river, shaking my head.
I never act selfish. ThunderClan cats aren't selfish. RiverClan cats are.
But not Silverstream.
No, how could she ever be selfish? She wouldn't be dead if she was, she'd still be alive. Featherkit and Stormkit would of never existed, our love would never exist.
I would be dead too.
If Silverstream were selfish, she could of left me there in that river a long time ago, ignorant to Fireheart's screams. In this river, my bones would be lying on the river bed downriver, somewhere far away, forgotten. I turned away from the river, the mocking river. Then walked. I walked away from the swollen river, refusing to believe that I was actually thinking about leaving my own life.
Time shall continue despite the many losses in life. I'm glad that I listened to my inner self, glad that I'm not dead. I laughed and strolled away from the river, the river's roars fading as I padded away, thinking only of my beautiful children.
And time shall continue on, forever more.
Years sink to months. Months evaporate into weeks. Weeks slide into days. Days turn to hours. Hours fall to minutes. Minutes shrink to seconds. And seconds fade away, into the oncoming darkness known as death.
This is fate, this is destiny...This is life.