Death. Ah, would that I could rest. But not yet, no I have a duty to the dead. They, who lived their lives, through the pain and sorrow. They who woke up everyday and went about their daily routines, not because it was their only choice, but because it was the honorable thing to do. Oh death, how I yearn for you. I dream for your sweet stillness, for the day when there will be no sadness, no grieving. Everything will be at peace and I will lay myself down and sleep an endless sleep.
But not yet. I have a duty. Although it is the dead that I wish to join, it is the living that I must help and I help them not because I am forced to, but because it is my life. It is ironic that despite my desire to embrace death, I struggle with it, fight it. I have devoted my whole life to keeping death at bay. I refuse to let it take hold of the ones that I love and I love everyone who finds themselves at my table, laying, pleading with me, even through their unconscious state, to give them just one more day, one more week, one more chance at life.
So until that day when I may at last rest, I will wade through the long days and the sleepless nights. I will wake every morning to the suffering that is life's price and I will endure the nights that seem to scream for my weary soul to rest,
But death; I defy that you should take me now.
A/N: Sometimes a person needs to unburden themselves. That is what this little piece of fan fiction has done for me. I could tell you that your reviews don't matter and that the story was never really about you or for you, but that would be a lie. Your reviews do matter and this story is for you.
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