96: Song
A/n: Apologies for how long this has taken, things kept getting in the way. Also warning for sad themes in this chapter.
Evening all, the Death Note here, once again appearing sentient before you to tell you the wisdom of the universe. No, I'm not going to answer any more of your questions, at least not directly.
I've seen a million lives end in a million different ways. I've seen things that would break your feeble little minds in two.
I always find it amusing how much you revere birth, but shun death. Death is the most natural thing in the world, you see. At least on par with birth, in my humble opinion, more so. You call birth a miracle, but how is death less of one? Just two sides of the same coin, after all.
Death can even be beautiful. Oh cease your gasps. Death can be gruesome as well, with spurting blood and nightmarish screams. I don't relish them anymore than I do the beautiful ones, I'm just the Note. Silly as it sounds Death is not a murderer, death is just the process. The ultimate physician and the only friend to the sick and dying, that which takes away the pain and ends the suffering.
Times can occur when even the saddest death is beautiful. The passing of an elder, surrounded by those he or she loved is probably what you're envisioning. I don't mean that.
Drowning, for example, is beautiful. Falling down and down and getting to that moment where you can't struggle anymore. Where everything is blue and endless, where even the sun is but a fading speck of cerulean light. Watching a trail of bubbles, rising like crystal balloons, slowly drift away.
Swans sing before they die, sad and beautiful, they sing and let themselves go to release. They, at least, understand the beauty in mortality, the sublime grace of something as natural as death.