I look at Death. Death is looking right back at me, dead in the eyes (excuse the pun). It feels as though each of us is waiting for the other to make the first move.
"You're early", Death finally says.
To this, I don't know what to respond. You see, I thought I was right on time. I made it here, I didn't die in vain. I lived a good life. A short one, yes. But it was good. I did the right thing.
Yet, as I think about this, I wonder if I'm wrong; I left behind so many people by giving my life away. I did it to save them but in doing so, did I destroy them? I left my family, my friends, my beautiful daughter... All of them without their son, their brother, their wife, their father, their friend. To think of this causes me the most intense pain and sorrow I've ever experienced.
But I have seen horrors, terrible things. I myself have had to do some terrible things in order to ultimately survive... If I hadn't done what I did, I suppose I would never truly be able to escape the harrowing days of war.
I resided for a while in a safe house, near to the war whilst recovering from an injury. Even there, not completely away from the fight, I suffered from visions... I saw things again and again and I wished wholeheartedly to be away from it, to never have to endure a day with the dreadful things again...
And now my wish has come true. I died a hero. I saved everyone. And my time has come. I look up to Death and reply
"But am I really?"
"You're early", Death finally says.
To this, I don't know what to respond. You see, I thought I was right on time. I made it here, I didn't die in vain. I lived a good life. A short one, yes. But it was good. I did the right thing.
Yet, as I think about this, I wonder if I'm wrong; I left behind so many people by giving my life away. I did it to save them but in doing so, did I destroy them? I left my family, my friends, my beautiful daughter... All of them without their son, their brother, their wife, their father, their friend. To think of this causes me the most intense pain and sorrow I've ever experienced.
But I have seen horrors, terrible things. I myself have had to do some terrible things in order to ultimately survive... If I hadn't done what I did, I suppose I would never truly be able to escape the harrowing days of war.
I resided for a while in a safe house, near to the war whilst recovering from an injury. Even there, not completely away from the fight, I suffered from visions... I saw things again and again and I wished wholeheartedly to be away from it, to never have to endure a day with the dreadful things again...
And now my wish has come true. I died a hero. I saved everyone. And my time has come. I look up to Death and reply
"But am I really?"
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