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My heartbeat was going so fast that I was worried it would escape from my chest. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I. AM. DYING! I don’t want to die. Please… Someone help me… I am so scared.

My body dangled over the acid, my arms burning from the weight. “Leah!” Hoodie guy called out, dropping to his knees as reach toward me. His eyes were wide now — terrified, desperate. “I’m fine!” I lied, even though my fingers were slipping. My palms slick with sweat. I’m Going To Die. The thought flashed through my mind like lightning. After Everything, I’m Going to Die Because I can’t Balance Like a Damn Ballerina.

The flames. The sound. That moment before I completely blacked out. I thought it was a dream. I thought it couldn’t be real. But now… Everything sinks in. Is He’s gone? Is he actually gone? And it’s like the world rips in half. My stomach twists, threatening to vomit again. I grip my chest, trying to breathe, but my lungs don’t work. My body doesn’t work. He can’t be dead. He can’t be. I didn’t even get to… he got hurt trying to save me, it’s my fault, and I didn’t—

For now, let's wait for my death. Will this just end already. I'm exhausted. I'm dying and I know it. I drowning and It hurts. It's like I'm waiting for my own end. Will it just end already. This is it. I know it. This is the end of me, there's no saving me, not anymore. So be it. I'm going to die, I accept it. I have no choice anyway, so let it be. Just let it be over quickly, I don't want to linger.

In a way, we have been caught on an icy road, we have just spun out of control, and we are losing our hold on life. So as I listen to the ungodly machine beeping next to me, it tells me that right now, I am still very much alive, although I am feeling that I am dying over and over again. I do not want to leave Jenna behind. But I know that death is lurking in the shadows, and it will only but take him a moment, and he will come. Life is not fair…yet we are meant to understand it. And with that, the light fades, and I am drifting off into the dark.

"I just want to be here with you. In this quiet morning before reality intrudes." He smiled and pulled me even closer, until I was practically lying on top of him. "I can work with that," he said. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "This feels like the first real morning of my new life," I said softly, my voice still feeling new and powerful every time I used it. "New life?" Callum asked. "The old one ended when I died," I explained. "The in-between one was when I came back but was still hiding and planning and pretending. This one, right now, is real. No more secrets. No more hiding. Just me, actually living instead of just surviving."

Too tight. “O-oh God.” Realizing I was experiencing my seizure again. My heart raced. And then I realized I hadn't only lost the will power to do anything. But I think I've also lost the will power to live. I dragged in a breath. Forcing the air to spread in my lungs. The act was hard, forced and my throat scrapped. My throat thinned out of air. “Xurion, I'm dying,” I whispered raggedly. My eyes soiled with tears again.

Everything feels so off and I am struggling to fight this poison. I can’t die. I won’t die. I have too much to live for. Too much left to fight for. However, despite how I am trying to fight this, the white void is still here all around me. I am still floating and feeling so disconnected from my body. I… I feel like I am dying. Really dying. “Daisy,” I suddenly hear a voice calling my name. The voice is distant and muffled like it is coming from the other side of a thick wall.

After all, he was already dead. “Well, getting a paycheck sounds realistic to me. And besides, if any of this is real, which I'm willing to believe it is, I haven't played video games for nothing, have I? I never imagined having no motivation would work out this way, I think being dead is more fun than being alive.” “I am glad you find being dead enjoyable, but I need to inform you that you need to throw away anything you believe to be true and be prepared to witness the truth of the universe. Mr. Akira, please be ready. The system is computing…

Eveth spent time pull me steos closer to death abd the moon goddess. Poisoning really is a bitch and a slow undesirable and unadvisable death method. I heave. I feel empty and already dead. I survival will is all gone, dead and extinct. I feel a living corpse. All hope is gone. Everything is gone. My only cure and supposed healer is gone. I watch it gradually disperse before my very eye's. I watch a f**king mob stain abs damp it's abilities and usefulness. I watch it all smash and leave the floor to a bacteria infested foamy watcher.