Disclaimer:If you believe I own Death Note, you're an idiot.
Every blade in the field,
Every leaf in the forest,
Lays down its life in its season,
As beautifully as it was taken up.
You're wrong, Thoreau. So very wrong.
Because that would suggest that death is dignified, when in reality it's not.
The definition of "dignity" is very simple – the quality or state of being worthy of esteem and respect. So, answer me this, what's dignified about dying? If anything, death should be called shameless. Because no matter the sin or virtue we undertook, we don't want to die. We search our minds frantically and look for the reason that we still deserve the gift of life. Why it shouldn't be taken from us, why we shouldn't meet the reaper.
It's all rather pathetic.
I always found the quote – "When you die your life flashes before your eyes" – to be very arrogant and vain. Why would you think of yourself when you die? Wouldn't you think of your family and friends, the poor fools left behind? It's ironic. Now that I am dying, I'm searching for my reason of existence, the proof that I did, in fact, live.
But now, on my deathbed (although crushed under a motorcycle can't exactly be called a 'deathbed'), I understand. The reason we think of ourselves, it's all so very simple – because we are the only people we truly know. Even family and friends we don't know half as well as we'd have liked, never like your own person.
You don't understand? Too bad. You'll get your turn soon enough, we all have it coming.
So leave me to die in my so-called "dignity," stranger.
A/N:Yes, yet another One-Shot. This time about the all but lifeless Wedy, who didn't even get a firm personality. Which was a shame, because I liked her character. Anyway, this idea just randomly popped into my head when I was trying to write the next chapter of Justice Will Prevail. Yes, my attention span is that short.
Cheers! - Zophie.