Novel & Cerita La Muerte Of Life

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

I was not afraid of dying. I was afraid of living.

The technical distinction placed there to make the unbearable sound like filing. There is no lie. It means exactly what it says. That precision is the point. LUS is not dying. It is finishing. A thing designed for a purpose, reaching the far edge of that purpose, stopping the way a sentence stops when there is nothing left to add. Not interrupted. Concluded. Maya suspects this is intended to comfort her. It does not. She cannot immediately explain why. Then she understands. Death is something that happens to a person. Completion is something a thing does. The difference is the difference between losing LUS and watching it decide that it is done.

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺" "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦" "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦" "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰"

Smiling, she began to stand. Quickly grasping her arm to help her, a small frown settled on my face. "You need to be careful, Grandmamma," I whispered. Marinda still didn't know how sick Grandmamma was. Her mother only told her that she had an 'Ouchy.' How I wish I were that young again. No worries about people dying or dreaming about these weird dreams. Life would be easy and free from the stress of the future. "Grandmamma!" Came Helena's sudden laughter.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

Thiago asked in shock. Cassian explained, "The source parasite was his life-bound parasite as well. Their lives were tied together. If one dies, the other will, too." "Does that mean he's about to die?" Claude asked. "That's right." Cassian nodded. Thiago walked over to Leto and asked, "Any last words, Leto?" "I… I…" Blood continued to gush from Leto's mouth. Soon, he slumped onto the floor, his body convulsing. He was clearly taking his final breaths.

It was death! TBC...

Intense. Real. An affliction with no antidote. Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me. It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead. And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.