Qui Vivra Verra Novels & Stories

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

He hugged me. “Peanut, you should understand, that until you remember her, until you mourn her, she will live! She will think about you, as much as you do. But the second you forget her, you will never feel her presence again. Never!” he stated and I felt tears dropping on his T-shirt. “How do you know it?” I asked. “I have also experienced someone’s death in my life,” he answered. “Whose?” He fell silent and then changed the subject:

And we will be alive. —-

I am sitting here slightly terrified if it is my life, Breyden or both that shall be taken today, that I really do not know. They say that you will see your life flash before your eyes when you are near about going to die. Well, I say it is bullshit. All I can see is an asshole shoving his gun before my eyes. I know that it is only but a matter of time before he is going to pull that trigger.

he asks, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. "Bite me death boy. There are more pressing matters at hand." I say, rolling my eyes. "Ah, yes. The one named Mason still troubles you. Would you like for me to kill him?" he asks, his scythe standing next to me, shining to let me know that its there. I shake my head. "Death isn't the answer for everything. I just want you to let me know what Mason's plans are." Death shakes his head. "Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life."

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

In oblivion, your glory is. “Vox vana, verbum sine pondere, maledictio vestra est nihil. Corruptio in vento perit, vita in aeternum manet. Dii et mortales, omnes vident lumen. Peris in vanitate, et oblivio tua est silentium.” ( Empty voice, word without weight, your curse is nothing. Corruption perishes in the wind, life remains eternal. Gods and mortals, all see the light. You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence.)

“She’s a seer. She can read the veil.” Mira didn’t waste time. She moved to the center of the living room and closed her eyes. We all stood around her in silence. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked at me. “The veil is heavy with sorrow,” she said. “Can you see him?” I asked. She nodded once. “He’s alive. Barely. But not for long.” “Can we bring him back?” I asked quickly. “Can we break the veil?” “You can,” she said.