Novel & Cerita I Never Fear Death Or Dying

He quickly took a sip of water, adjusted his breathing, and straightened up. Yasmin asked, "During the time you were infected, were you afraid of dying?" "Dying?" Dominic nodded. "Of course, I was afraid. Who isn’t? Those who claim they aren't probably don't know what they’re talking about." Yasmin nodded, glad that she had finally found someone who understood how she felt. "Yes, people only claim they aren't afraid of dying because they haven't reached our age. "The older we get, the more afraid we are." She sighed. "It would be wonderful if we could live forever.”

I gulp back the fear that is slowly rising up inside me. “Do you have any idea who I am? I am death. I am the thing people fear. You can’t kill fear and you can’t kill me,” he hisses. He’s right. He is something I fear. I’m scared all the time and maybe I always will be. Maybe he’s right, maybe you can’t kill fear. But I can choose to not be ruled by it.

I smiled again. “I’m not afraid of death,” I said. I have never been afraid of death; it is something my father taught me. He said I should always prepare myself for the worst, and I have no reason to be afraid. I have no one I am staying alive for; I am barely surviving, and I really hope they will challenge me. Even if I die, at least I get to release a lot of tension.

Then, when death was right in front of me, I was terrified. "I couldn’t see myself leaving this world so young. I was alone, and yet… I was scared to die. "Now? I’m not alone anymore. And let’s just say… I don’t fear death, but I’m definitely not looking for it either."

Because I'd heard variations of the same speech for years. Progress. Research. Possibilities. Future treatments. Future cures. Always future. Never present. "You know what a man fears most?" The doctor remained quiet. "People think it's death." I looked toward the window. "It's not." The room remained silent. "I don't fear dying." And that part was true. Death had walked beside me since childhood. I'd buried too many men to fear joining them. "What I fear is expecting it." My voice lowered. "Knowing it's coming."

Every dream I'd built around him. Every future I would never have. Tears burned behind my eyes. I hated them. Hated myself for still caring. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet. The chains clinked against the stake as thousands of people watched. "You once asked me why I never feared death," I said. A faint crease appeared between Kael's brows. He remembered. Good. "Do you remember what I told you?" The silence stretched. A bitter smile touched my lips. "I told you I wasn't afraid because I believed you would never let anything happen to me."

She was the embodiment of the friend you’d want by your side, not just in moments of joy, but in the depths of sorrow as well. “I wish we could keep creating more of those memories too,” she sighed, a hint of sadness tugging at her words. Her eyes held a quiet longing, a desire for a future that now seemed uncertain. “But I have to face reality. I have to leave, even though I don’t want to die. I’m scared of death, but I guess confronting our fears is something we all have to do at some point,” she added, her voice trembling. The vulnerability in her admission struck me, a reminder of the fragility that underpinned even the bravest of souls.

He gasped before he pulled his wrist away from my grip. I gasped. "I guess you're just gonna die in here." "As if I'm afraid of dying." His teeth were covered with blood, and my stomach grumbled. "Well, you should be." I raised my right brow after just composing myself again. "Why would I? Perhaps you should not be scared of dying too. Don't you think it's much more peaceful to be with the dead?" It wasn't a question, and it was more of a statement. "Dead is uncertain. No one knows what's waiting for us in another life."

I designed it that way. Nora studies my face carefully. “You’re not afraid.” I consider the question. Fear is not something Death experiences the way mortals do. Fear exists to protect fragile things from ending too soon. I am the end. But something inside my chest tightens anyway. Not fear. Loss. “Fear would imply uncertainty,” I say quietly. “And you’re certain.” “Yes.” Her eyes soften slightly. “Then why stay?” The question lingers between us. It is not accusation. It is not anger.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.