Death And Me Novels & Stories

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This encourages me. "Sister, thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would have taken my life a long time ago." my language, Why is this happening in my life? It's just bad luck, am I really not going to be happy anymore? When will I see the light of day again? It seems like I've been like this forever. And only death will punctuate my misery. Evening "Dymon, I would like to say hello to my parents. Can I be allowed to see them even for a moment?" I dared to say goodbye to Dymon, but he looked at me sharply.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

But what they didn’t know was that this time, after being locked away in that damp basement, I truly died. My soul drifted lightly through this world, like a wisp of smoke, silent and unseen. I watched my mother and Leisha laughing together by the seaside, the sunlight bathing them in a warm, golden glow as if blessing them with its light. Meanwhile, I was nothing more than a speck of dust in a forgotten corner of the world, untouched by even the faintest ray of sunshine.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

He stood before the cameras with red-rimmed eyes and a face full of despair, declaring, "My beloved Lyra isn't dead! She can't be! I'll find her. She's my only wife!" I took a sip of my coffee calmly, not feeling anything. Jude had never loved me this deeply before, and I never expected that my "death" was required to awaken his love. Nonetheless, I no longer needed anyone's love because I had every reason to love myself. Based on my dedication and work ethic, I was quickly promoted at the hospital. At the same time, I didn't give up my research in regenerative medicine. However, I never submitted any of my papers again.

”Promise me that you won't leave him, you won't let go of his hand. ”I promise you." I find myself saying this because I could even realize that I just made a promise. ”I have a secret I'm going to tell you which will evict that possibility of you dying soon.” She whispers to me. ”Ma what are you talking about?" I muttered not remembering telling anyone about my death, not even my best friend. ”It is all over you.” She leans closer to me ”I can smell death all over you and this only happens when someone has just a few days left on earth."

“If you’re my death angel, why the hell are you here? I'm still alive, am I not?" “Good question.” He grinned. “Do you want to know the answer?” He glanced at my unconscious body before he turned to face me. “Because you will never wake up again, Cresia. March 28, 2018. 12:01am. That will be the exact time of your death.” W-what… “I… I’m going to die?" Those words came as a whisper from me. "No. No way!” I looked at my poor body. No. This couldn't happen to me. This was not real.