There are moments where you stop and think, "Hey... everything's finally... gonna be okay."
Finally, you're getting that happy ending you deserve. Bring out the corny background music and that ominous disembodied voice. Cue the words "Happily Ever After!" at the count of three please and THAT, ladies and gentleman, is another fan-fucking-tastic wrap!
Then of course life becomes an absolute bitch that plays crazily with destiny and fate and shit just hits the fucking fan even worser than when you forgot to study for an exam because you were too busy being bored. Ughh.
Let me tell you, based on personal experience, that getting run through with a sword is never ever fun. It can be a long sword or a plain dagger but I cannot stress any more on the fact that that shit is painful and I ask you for the love of all that's Italian that you do NOT try it for the sake of shits and giggles, because you will regret it when you're reborn. Or should I say, if you're reborn. Scared yet?
Same goes for getting shot, losing your head, getting poisoned, suffocating, getting stabbed, drowning, choking, getting run over, tripping over something completely random and getting your head cracked open or - the worst- dying from old age.
The agony of your previous death is what actually brings you back to life, you know. Something about having to brave the fucking rain and storm before the stupid rainbow shows itself to you, and I can also personally tell you that there is NO pot of gold at the end. Stupid leprechauns lied!
To continue though... just imagine going through that process, any of the enumerated above, a hundred- no thousand, a thousand times before you're reborn. To be reborn is to be given another chance, another life. To do what though? To live life, after life, after life only to go into the deep end through some devestating tragedy before repeating it over and over and over again.
Die, suffer, reborn, repeat. Die, suffer, reborn, repeat. ... Fuck, this playlist sucks.
Wait, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah.
There are some people in this world that believe in reincarnation, and there are people in this world who live to be reincarnated. People who know about the red string of faith and have caught sight... hell, maybe even just a glimpse of the person, who's tied to the other end.
People who're lucky enough to have, wait for it- soulmates.
Of course life isn't perfect for anyone (except maybe celebreties but no one really knows do they?) How many people do you know have told you they've done it? Found the one, found their other half, found their soulmate.
I'm telling you I know one lucky bastard. He found his soulmate the first time and he only lost him once before they got together again. Of course he went through a shit ton of crap before they got together that second time but hey, that's life!
I'm sadly not as lucky, not that I'm surprised since life just loves to screw me over and for some reason fate hates me. If you've got the time, not that I c-care or anything... I'm willing to tell you about how I found my soulmate.
Yes, yes bastard, I've found him don't look so surrpised. Lost him six hundred and seventy-eight times but now I have him and n-not that it's any of your business or a-anything, but I'm... never gonna let him go, b-but that's only because he needs someone to look after him dammit! He'd lose his head if it wasn't attached to his body for crying out loud!
To start this story, I'll use a quote that someone very unimportant right now (but will show up at some point in the story) told me.
"Death, my dear Lovino, is only the beginning."
... Shit, that stupid line still gives me the creeps.
Uhhh, hi there! This was drawn out of my thoughts for some reason and I just wrote it to pacify the plot bunny in my head. I'm surprisingly pleased with the overall general plot though, so if you could leave me your thoughts? Think it has potential?
Nique