Tiny piece of pure Atem angst, I have edited the text by myself this time so I apologize for there is the possibility of awkward English. (Title means: Death is quick in coming)
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It all has to come to an end. It all has its specific end.
Day ends in night. Night ends in day. Love ends in grief. Grief in consolation. Consolation in affection. Affection in love again.
I ends in you and you ends in I. Beauty ends in sickness and sickness ends in anger. Mother ends in child and child in maturity. Maturity ends in smile and smile is an end itself.
And life. Life which is the very first beginning of existence, also life comes to an end and it ends in death. And death, which seems the ultimate and definitive end, can begin again and ends, or starts, in life.
It is a circle, a curse, a damnation. Because you are bond to it, you can't hide from the circle nor escape its spinning. It will eventually catch you and the later the worse.
And time has finally caught up on him as well.
However for him it's different, he wasn't running away nor avoiding the wheel of fate. But it spun way too quickly for the young man and before he even savoured the taste of being alive, he had to leave his world, a handful of experiences in his already strong fingers, a bunch of memories in his heavy heart. The sorrowful ones way more numerous than the happy.
Quickly, it all happened so quickly.
Fall, rise up again, fall, fall, fall again. Rise, avoid falling and understand that you will not be able to do that again. So you made the decision to fall by yourself, letting your body experience the deepest collapse men have ever known and you knew there would not be a new rise this time.
You couldn't win, so you dragged the winner down with you, to lose together in an endless chasm of darkness and ice cold sorrow but it would be worth it because driving the wheel against you you prevented it from running too early over innocent lives. Innocent as you were.
And as the last thoughts lazily cross your mind whilst your sight become blurrier and blurrier, you have the time to realize that you have enjoyed that small savour of life you have been able to taste in your few years of existence, and that you will miss it.
Quickly. Oh, so quickly it all had happened.
But death is slow.
It's a sensation of endless falling. And, even if death has an end, as every other thing in the circle of existence, you are dying with the awareness that you will be the one exception to confirm the rule.