I felt it in the pit of my stomach. This dreadful, shaky feeling took over. And I knew. We were going to crash that day. I was scared. Heck I was really scared. I missed my friends, my family. But I had Clary. She was asleep next to me.
When we started to tip I already knew what I was going to do. I wouldn't wake her up. Because as much as I wanted her to hold me and say everything was alright, I would never put her through that helpless feeling. She deserved so much more than that. Instead I embraced my death. I embraced her death for her. I sat there, played our favourite album, cradled Clary in my arms, and said everything is ok.
I know. Not how you expected this to start. Well I didn't expect that was how it was going to end, so to save myself some of the pain, I put it at the beginning. All life comes from death anyway, so I don't care if you hate it.
Now before you continue this, I want to lay some ground rules. I will not just be here to tell you what happened, I am going to interact with you. I want you to remember that someone typed these words, and someone felt these feelings. Both of whom are me. I am condensing my life into one story for you. It's not for you to guess what happens, because you know, I die.