A/N: I've never tried writing an entire fic from Antauri's POV, so bear with me. I remember creating elaborate sentences in my mind and when I get to the computer it's all gone. Why does that always happen?
Who Else?
My story is one that cannot start again, because it has already ended. And once a story ends, you can't resume where you left off, can you? No. You can only begin another. Let us use unique similes here, and say that death is like the irritating little brother that tears out all the blank pages in your notebook. Can you squash the remainder of your story onto the back cover? Try it and see. It will not be a pleasant ending.
You can only start life again. Reborn, rejuvenated! That is the only option to death. If you're lucky you will be improved, you will understand life better because you have experienced its opposite. Very few are lucky enough to start over, and out of those few not a large fraction are able to be improved without turning to evil for the means.
I was lucky.
Oh, very much so. I was extremely fortunate that I had people who loved me and wanted me back. And here I am, back. Who else in this universe gets a chance at this? Who else obtains a second life? Who is lucky enough to have another chance to return, to make amends for mistakes and to alter the world with every second you breathe?
What goes through the mind of a stern teacher when he gives a student another chance to do well? What compels a woman to let her cheating partner back into her home and life? Will those people given a second chance be changed? I know that these things are ordinary, but who else gets a second chance at life itself? A second chance is rare, and unimaginably precious. Who else has gotten one? Who?!
I changed. That is why my story can't start again. I understand now. I understand death, and thus I understand the life that I am once again living. And I understand that I am lucky. I am here again with my friends, and I am making a difference. I am lucky. So very lucky.
Because who else can do that?