Wow… My first multi-chap. -.-" You know how horrible I am with these, right? Try not to get involved with the plot too much. I'll probably never update.
Big thank you to Joyce, AKA Cascading Rainbows, for being the best beta ever and for making this crappy prologue… less crappier.
Forevermore
Prologue
by Audreacity
Everyone was meant to die. That was that. There was no way to question it. I suggest to just live with it
Death is inevitable. Avoiding it is foolish. Yet, why do so many think that they can get away with trying to delay it? It's only natural—right? And I know, for a sure fact, that I am only telling the truth.
I have no fear of it. Some say that it's only because I am so ignorant as to not believe in it. Little Zora, in her stupid, pointless comedy. She's not afraid of death because she' too small and stupid to know about anything. I find this offensive. My genius is too much for them to handle.
I was smart enough to realize that it was foolish to run from death; yet, I come to regret snapping at people who live in constant fear of it. Maybe—maybe I was wrong. I didn't expect it to get to me that quickly.
Before I even said goodbye.
I suppose I'm a hypocrite now. Yeah, that's the main thing, though, right? That it was wrong for me to think that death was only natural, was I wrong there, too? But no. I don't regret anything. Zora Lancaster regrets nothing. It just caught me off guard—it was so sudden. I can tell you one thing honestly- I wasn't expecting it.
Maybe that hobo I saw on the street was right. I could call him a psychic without feeling stupid or deranged... or both. The end was near. At least, it was for me.
"They that love beyond the World, cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill, what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle; the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
William Penn; Fruits of Solitude
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