"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
-Albus Dumbledore
Every person dies. It is a human flaw that incorporates the sudden termination of life into Earth's cycle, a mistake that the ones still blessed with a beating heart have been trying to evade for millennia. None have succeeded save for the few that have successfully extended the period of living maybe a blink longer, when the length of the world's existance is observed. Immortality has long been the grand goal of renowned alchemists and wizards throughout history, but no human has received a never-ending life as I did.
Yet every individual's parting from the world is as unique as the qualities that he or she possessed in the period known as a lifetime. Some go peacefully, slipping soundlessly into oblivion; others reluctantly, screaming in agony and begging for life to go on, and still others never feel my hand sweep them up…at least until a later date. There have been human accounts of the last feeble breath of departing souls: like a quill losing ink, the final intake is stuttered and halting, until it makes no marks at all.
But no one knows death better than me.
Idea for the POV is credit to Markus Zusak, author of The Book Thief. (Wonderful book, by the way.)
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