Forever
:Then there was none.:

There is always the assumption that we all want to live forever. We want to be young forever, for we are all afraid that death will not be kind.

Well, that's just silly. Of course it won't be kind, but it will be gentle. It will carry us away with its gentle hand, and finally we will be at peace. We can rest and there will be no more interruptions.

We should be thankful for such a break after all of this work.

I'm not saying that I wanted to die young. I want to live my life to its fullest, and leave when it's my time. But when is my time? Because I have watched all I've ever loved wither before me. I have watched their eyelids fall and their life drain from their still bodies. I have watched them leave, one by one, until I was the only one left.

Now I watch as even the young ones, so beautiful and full of life, fall before me. I stand by helplessly, wanting to give them my life, wanting to save them and bring them back. But I can't, so I watch and I weep and I mourn.

I'm old and my time is coming - I can feel the seconds tick inside of me, slower and slower. I am not afraid. No, I have watched this happen all my life, so there is nothing to be afraid of. I've been waiting for this, actually. Waiting to see when my luck - is it safe to even call it that? - would run out.

But part of me wonders what will happen afterwards.

Will they understand? Will I fade away? Will they still remember me? Will they want to?

What truly scares me is to think that no, no they won't.

I will be forgotten. My inventions will linger, but not my memory. They will move on with their lives, not once thinking of me. But is it so bad to want to be remembered? To be mourned for? Or am I truly the last to leave?

These worries haunt me as I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for one last time. This feeling is new, and I can sense it is the end. I am suddenly cold, and I wonder.

A hand covers over mine. It is warm, it is young, it is new. I do not open my eyes to see it, but I can feel it. It is reassuring, and then I know I will not be forgotten.

Thank you.

(Then there is none.)


A/N: In my opinion, we're all going to die eventually. We might as well make a change in our lives, right? No one lives forever. But who would want to?

Alistar-centric. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.