Prologue
Dying was a far more depressing experience than I had expected. However, I knew that my death would be soon. Still, the whole thing was made worse by who had taken my life—or my death, depending on how you looked at it. My life and my death had been hijacked by the last person I expected.
I knew he never meant to take the peace of death from me, but to save me was his intention. He left me even more heartbroken, by turning my miserable life around. Because I didn't feel I deserved love. And this god had taken me from it all, and made me fast, strong, beautiful, and everlasting.
My naiveté made me believe that I didn't deserve any of this life: I had been told every miserable day of it. And that was why I was in denial.