Hey by the way people! This was typed out on my I pod so sorry for any misspellings!
-DP-
Life and death...
Those are two words that Danny was always familiar with... But yet he'd have the hardest time explaining just what those two words meant to him or why they were so significant to the average person...
He'd seen life, yes he decided that he had seen it often. He'd seen it in the sly spark of green that would ripple throughout his cousins acid irises right before she would attempt to prank him. He'd seen it in the overly joyous behavior of his father anytime the ghost hunter had discovered something new. He had seen it in Jazz's ever understanding heart and quest to fix his shattered soul. He'd seen it in Sam's small acts of affection and her passion for what she believed in. He'd seen life in his mothers worried stare and over barring protectiveness. He'd seen it in his best friends everlasting hopefulness and his ability to never take 'no' for an answer, though Sam would argue that Tucker was just looking to piss someone off.
He'd seen life...it was there all around him... It was in every decision, every soft word spoken, every failure and every triumph. It was in every act of kindness and light that had ever been done, it was every driving force that pushed him to fight just a little longer... It was in his last thoughts of desperation as he felt his soul slowly slipping from his body... It was the 'I wish I had's' and the 'i can't believe's' that clouded his mind as the portal did it's worst... It was the want to continue on even when there was no guarantee that everything was going to be all right. It was the deadly cocktail of hope, sadness, fear and pain, and then at the same time it was the absence of all those things...because Danny knew that life didn't really have to feel or even care, that's why it was so cruel sometimes. No, life was a teacher, it was there to ground reality and to kill off those that it didn't deem worthy of a new breath.
But Death, well that was different... You see to most death was finality. There was no changing it and no avoiding it. It was scary, dark and unlike life it was never picky. It welcomed people from all walks of life into its cold grasp.
While death seemed to be all of these things...it wasn't... Not really anyway.
Death was kind, it took away all the pain and complications that life seemed to be so insistent to create. It openly welcomed all souls into it's loving hands and helped guide them into a new state... A new world... And all of it happened in less then a second... For Danny death had been breath taking, he loved the exact moment that his body had stopped working... The moment that there was nothing but at the same time everything... He just felt so...connected...to everything. He felt every thought, action and idea that had ever existed, he felt the emotional state of every being... It was...well, he couldn't even begin to describe it. It just felt right... And if he had the choice he would willingly go threw that moment again.
And In fact he did go through that moment again. He experienced that sense of high enlightenment every time those blue rings sprung from his waist. Changing and mutating his human body into a being that consisted of completely different elements.
Sometimes he would just sit in his room and do nothing but switch back and forth from his human to ghost half just to get that high feeling of connective-ness, wondering how he had ever lived life without experiencing it before. The sensation was like a drug and Danny was it's willing junkie...
"Mr. Phantom, I asked you a question."
Danny snapped out of his thoughts and back into reality. His electric green eyes landing on one of the many reporters of the room.
He leaned into the microphone at the table was sitting at and flashed the red head an apologetic grin.
"I'm sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a little while," he laughed sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What was the question again?"
"what's your opinion on life and death?" she asked again.
Danny swallowed, that was the question that had launched him into his train of thought in the first place.
"Life and Death... Well.."
-DP-
This is why I suck at reporter fic's it takes me two or three pages just to answer one darn question! XP
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