Imagine Dying Couldn't Be Me Novels & Stories

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

Had I just watched my mate die? Impossible, I won't let her die.

frightening Not having the ability to move your own body, not having the ability to perform just like what you used to do… not having enough time to finish the things that you wanted… ‘I didn’t know that dying with actually knowing you would die would be this scary. It is not as if I am afraid to die. It is just that… the things about where I would be sent is uncertain. Whether I can still live inside that dimension or not. But… still, Kriston… I did what I can. If I can’t finish it. It is up to you. No matter what happens, please… tell my mother how happy I am to know that she is still alive. That, it is a wonderful thing that she is not dead. I mean it'

"After, we'll see. But not right away." "I can't just exist. I can't just breathe. I think about them. About him. About her. About what they're doing right now. About what they're saying to each other. About what they're doing to each other." "Stop." "I can't." "Yes. You have to. For you. For your mental health. Stop imagining. It's killing you." "I'm already dead." "No. You're alive. And you're standing. And you're not alone."

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

I am dead…. ****

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

“ Yes, and you know what? I'm actually prepared to die, because life definitely isn't worth living anymore.” *Wait,what?*

nothing. I died.