Life and fate are unpredictable and mysterious. It can give you things, and then take them right back ever so quickly. The main item of this giving and taking is life itself. Birth is the giving of life and death is the taking of it. There is only ever one thing guaranteed after birth, death- and many seemed troubled by their own. Whether it is a peaceful end whilst asleep or if it strikes suddenly out of nowhere, you know it's always there, walking beside you like a good friend, waiting for your time to take you to the afterlife, or whatever comes next. But we must always remember death is not the evil, but simply the consequence of evil.
You find that many people really care for their lives and would do almost anything to keep death away. Me? I never gave any thought to how death would strike me or those around me and I never really thought about how that would affect me or the ones I loved, if I or someone else was gone.
All I knew was that, after a couple of weeks, my death, and probably the ones around me, became less and less likely to be a pleasant departure in sleep, and my death, would end someone else's as well. Someone that was very close to me; someone I loved; someone whom I knew wouldn't be able to stand the loss of my life. This person was the reason I sat here- alive- with their body lying limp and motionless in my arms and I was most grateful. Grateful for everything this someone had done for me and given me in the past couple of months.
Although I very much regretted all that had happened in the past couple of weeks, and all that had occurred, I continued to stay thankful to the world and fate, that I had met the person who now hung lifeless in my arms.