Dying With A Smile Novels & Stories

We stayed energetic up until the music is almost ending. I stared at Tim as he sung the outro lyrics devotedly. “If we only die once, I wanna die with you. If we only live once, I wanna live...” he then stared at me and smiled. “With you.”

“ETHAAAAAAAAN!” He smiles. A soft, tiny, beautifully smug smile. And I know. I KNOW. I’m doomed. Completely. Utterly. Hopelessly doomed.

This was the end; there was no use fighting. A wistful smile appeared on my lips. Maybe I could finally reunite with my mother. Death wasn't so bad after all, it was not so much of a tragedy since I knew my mother's open arms would be waiting to usher me into the afterlife, or wherever I would goI missed her so much the memory of her smile was forever etched in the back of my mind, and now I would see her once more, hug her, have her brush my hair ad always and hear her beautiful laugher. The smile on my lips widened at that thought.

"Paige..." "Idiot! Don't speak!"I warned. "You're way better than this. Stay away from me. Don't linger around anymore. You might get hurt. Look at me, I'll die soon. You've done enough. Cause when I die, I'll die with a big smile on my face. That I found something I can feel happy doing." "Just let me be, okay?"

Dust motes floated like restless spirits in the stale air, settling slowly on the shattered remnants of violence. Unity's body sagged, collapsing to the cold, unforgiving floor with a heavy, final thud. Her pale shirt bloomed crimson, the dark stain spreading in uneven pools, like ink spilled over a cracked canvas. Yet, even in death, there was something unsettling about her, the faintest curl of a smile lingered on her lips, a ghost of triumph, a defiance that refused to be silenced. The smile was almost cruel in its mockery, as if death itself was just another step in her relentless game.

i stood there holding on to her hand studying her my heart was breaking as the realisation set in that i would be ending this lovely sweet girls life. "don't look at it as if you are ending my life. Look at it like you are ending my pain", she smiled at me. Tears lingered in my eyes. I wanted to hold it together and be strong in front of her, but I couldn't. When I stayed silent, she went on. "I'm dying. I have a disease that is slowly killing me, and I don't want to be remembered as the girl who died a slow and painful death. I would much rather be remembered as the girl who did something selfless and good with her life," she smiled.

she cried. "When do you think people die? When shot in the heart? No. When an incurable illness ravages them? No. It's when... they're forgotten... so live on. That way... I'm always remembered." Dr. Smith smiled peacefully, "And that... is enough for me." Saki cried silently. Confusion, agony, pain, misery... Despair. "Well done. Burn Hope Hospital now." Dr. Black said.

"Are you sure? Your condition is already very critical. If you continue treatment, we may be able to buy you more time. But if you give up now, you may only have a few days left to live." I put on a forced smile. At this point, I didn't see much of a difference between a few days and a few months. The doctor gazed at my pale face. He sounded like he still couldn't bear to give up as he said, "There's one more thing you should know. This illness can be extremely painful in its later stages. Many patients didn't succumb to the illness itself. "Instead, they were tortured to death by the pain. The painkillers I prescribed for you are specially controlled drugs. They don't get prescribed easily,

“Your vitals are stable. Your doctor will be here any moment.” He tilted his head, studying her. “The famous nurse who doesn’t smile. It's You again. Why are you always coming in, why can't you assigned another nurse to fill up for you since you don't like me?" He muttered. " I pray I don't die in your arms even though death is not far from me anymore. But come to think of it, maybe you like me but it's hard to admit so you keep coming every time to see me" he teased. She ignored the remark and everything he was just saying, all she was doing was to check his vitals along side the monitor. He smelled faintly of antiseptic and expensive cologne—the kind that lingered even after a collapse on

She pinched her nose as she looked around in disgust, muttering that Ophelia couldn't even bother to die somewhere respectable. Once the identity of the deceased was confirmed, Sean and Marcus finally broke down. The two men, who were usually so composed and reserved, cried openly, tears streaming down their faces as their heads hung low. Only Alexia remained different. She covered her nose, putting on a show of grief, while her eyes shone with barely concealed satisfaction. "Is Ophelia really dead?"