I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novels & Stories

you whispered as your eyes remained locked on mine, but instead of saying a thing, I remained silent. Somehow, the 'd' word made me feel uncomfortable, not frightened. I used to be scared of talking about dying or deaths, but in this situation, I, myself, don't understand why it made me uncomfortable in a different way. But instead of causing myself another chaotic things to overthink, I chose to set it aside and think of the other way instead — to just be scared because I don't wanna leave the world yet.

He can 'break' me if he wants to. "I know everything." That's a lie. I know them not. I know nothing at all. "You will have to face them all." That might mean dying a thousand times. I was surprisingly no longer scared. It's death or death, that's all my life in this damn territory has been all about. I might be dead already. It might be my ghost talking now. I smell death every where and it's suddenly become a mere thing to me. " Or we could negotiate" ***

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

I have faced many fears during this test, but the greatest fear I have is dying before I've had the chance to live. I stood there letting that horrible understanding sink in. It made me terribly sad to know that more people were probably going to die and there would be nothing I could do to change that reality. Another phantom walked up to me as I cried in silence. They just keep coming… This phantom was different than the others I encountered. “There, there. Tell me what’s bothering you, Little Lady.” The phantom whispered to me. Little lady- I haven’t heard that in years. Such a long time now. What the hell could it hurt? It’s not going to matter in the end. It’s just another test.

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.' 🌹🌹 You Are My Obsession (Part 7) 🌹🌹

I pull her into my arms as she continues to speak. “I am scared to die. Whether it's me dying or coming back in a few hours, or whether it's me growing old and dying. I fear death, at any age under and under any circumstance. When my Mom died.. she just taken from me in less than a moment. I don't want to die and leave my kids alone like that. Having to grow up without a mother. I don't want you to die, either. I can't lose you. Or Alec. Morana. Jeremy. Zeke. Any of you. Especially not my babies.” She tells me with a frown.

*Sera's POV* I don't know why I did that, or how I lived. I have no real fear of death in honesty, I never have known why. I guess living your whole life in survival mode just readies you for it. You become comfortable, dare I say, with the idea that you will eventually die. Depressing yes, but I've come to terms with it. I expected it years ago.

They repeat in unison. I still can’t believe that this is the end for me, I’m going to die. I sigh squeezing my eyes shut and hoping that my death wouldn’t hurt like it should. It’s better I die with my eyes closed than it opened. I have never been scared of death till now. Maybe it’s because death is just a few steps away from me. Or maybe because I won’t see Ashton again. The thought of dying sinks my soul and sweat begins to bead down my forehead. I tried to control my shaking body and breath but it was so hard to do that when I have a man standing right in front of me and is ready to slice my head off.

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 only pray death does not end me forever. *