I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novels & Stories

"What about you? Are you not scared of dying?" Should look at him, shook her head, and chuckled. "It's funny, because somehow I do not seem to fear it. Deep inside me what was more scarier is being alone. If I died, surrounded with my friends and families- it wouldn't terrify me. I believe it would make me smile, instead. Because I can get to see them within my last breath."

Mayari suddenly asked, calmly staring at the dancing flames, as Jim's eyes widened in surprise. "Don't tell me you don't fear death?" Jim asked once more, shock embed in his tone. "I can't feel fear." Mayari emotionlessly replied. She then shifted her gaze and looked right through Evan's dark evergreen irises, portraying that she is deadly serious about her answer, that left Jim stunned. "I already accepted death years ago, that's why I don't fear it." Mayari averted her gaze back to the growing fire, "But it is very obvious that you are not ready to confront it and still wanted to live."

I feel human and I’ve never thought I was different but being here is opening up my eyes. “What if they never let me go?” I say aloud, admitting my biggest fear, besides dying. “I won’t let that happen.” He answers and he means it.

Just like what I said, I will never regret my decision right after later. By the way, while I am heading home, like what I have used to, I observed everything around me and nothing change. There is still that "pair" of eye that is following my every move. I have to worry less because I do not want to stress myself more. I do not want to live with fear and being upset all the time. If I am destined to die later, tomorrow, or whenever it is, I do not care anymore because I already have nothing with me but my dead self.

He felt that his words sounded a little funny. "In this world, good people will be afraid, and bad people will be afraid. There is only one type of person who will not be afraid, that is, the dead." As soon as he finished speaking, a chill rushed up from the top of his tailbone to the top of his head. "Senior, I don't want to die. I don't want to..." However, before the master of the Spirit Organization could finish his words, he would never have a chance to continue.

Death. Something I never feared of. But at that moment, for the first time, I got scared. I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his — my uncle. Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we’d just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death.

I sit down on the cold ground, holding my knees together, getting more and more terrified by every second… in fact, I'm petrified… completely petrified of death. But then, a thought suddenly appears in my mind, making me pause. Why am I afraid of dying? It would be a good thing if I die… at least, I can be with my mom and dad, right? Right… so, I will be the most selfish daughter ever. "Sorry, mom and dad… I am good for nothing, I can't save the only thing that you left me, the thing you entrusted me with, with complete confidence that I'll take care of it. But now, I will also come there to stay with you… I can't handle it… I can't handle all this pain and loneliness anymore, that I get on

How would I look if I am inside a coffin, imagining Tim looking at my dead body, and imagining me- how I would die. Overthinking Number 1: Everytime I heard words like " I'm scared to lose you", or " Please promise me you'll stay", I want to runaway and punish myself til' death. I don't want them to get frightened if time will come I will depart. It's just...they deserve a life. Even without me. And I don't want them to mourn when I left- I want them to continue living life chasing their dreams even when I am not breathing anymore. Then it suddenly shift to this:

"You aren't scared of me even though you knew that it was me who killed that man at Mr. Lozeno’s party. Are you?" It's true that I would not forget the fear of death I had at that time. There were nights I dreamt of it then woke up in a bucket of cold sweats. However, being scared of my own aid is such a waste of time. Besides, do I have the rights to? I also killed a person without remorse. "Death is my only enemy," I said. "You won't kill me so there's no need for that." Isaac didn't say a thing after. Inside the cellar, we pursed our lips while thinking unspoken ideas, memories and worries.

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.