Novel & Cerita Sometimes People Die

"Where do your people go when they die?' "My people!" Osinala exclaimed, touching his chest. "Some of them believe they will rest in the dwelling place of their ancestors while others believe they will be reincarnated. Every man has his own reason for believing whatever he wants to believe. I am not in the position to determine what will happen when a man dies. To answer that important mystery of life is to accept death without having contradictory thoughts." "What do you believe in?" James asked.

she said, and I smiled. “Nice name” I mumble. “So you didn't go ahead with it?” she asked. “I am sure you saw them leave” I replied and she sighed. “I wish you good luck” she mumbled. “Do people die a lot from doing it?” i ask. “Yeah, due to a panic attack or cardiac arrest, our hospital decided to stop it since people seem to always become scared after they are the one who wants to do it themselves”, she explains, and I chuckle.

she whispers the last part "it's just a matter of time" Melinda took off her glasses and stared into her eyes "then you're going to live a very lonely life. Death is a part of life Sky. Just like people give birth every day, people also die every day and most people die not to hurt others but because they do not have a choice in the matter. I know that you're afraid that the people you love will leave but always remember that doesn't mean they don't love you." "There are different ways a person can leave, different types of loss. You're not dead are you?" Melinda asked

He didn't die in the hospital and now that he is home, he wants to die? "Let's talk, then." "That is if you stop talking about death," I warn him. "Everyone will die someday", he asserts. I nod. That is true but nobody wants to die, even though we all know that someday, we are going back to our maker. I don't want Aidan to die, I don't want Lily to die, I don't want my mother to die and all the people I love. I wish there is something that can be done but there isn't, this is what makes life a reality. We have to face it.

I bite my tongue, but we prepared for this. “The pack occasionally has fights with other packs, and different males fight, not just Travis,” she explains. “Has he ever killed one of his opponents,” I hear, though I won’t turn and look at the asshole trying to put me away. *I think his name is actually Norman, I remember hearing that somewhere. Hilarious! What a dork,* Mick says, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he still lays lazily on his back in my mind. “None ever died at one I watched. They are not to the death. Humans have fighting all over the place. Just because you put it on TV doesn’t make it much different,” she says, nodding.

It's a very thin line between life and death. Death...the only thing that really unites us all, the only thing that every single one of us is eventually going to have in common. And It doesn't matter if you're the richest or the poorest, death is going to come for you one day.

Time is running out. Cool summer is thinking of a way out, suddenly, the elevator moved. But instead of sliding slowly, it falls rapidly. This kind of similar news has been seen in cool summer. The elevator falls rapidly, and people die alive in the elevator, being crushed to death, being thrown to death, and dying even worse.

I will never forget this and will be forever grateful to all of these people. It is a weird thing having money to spend at the end when you're dying. It's not a time you go out and buy material things that you usually would, like a new dress. It makes you think how silly it is that we think it is worth spending so much money on new clothes and 'things' in our lives.

𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩� ��. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧.

People die all the time, I should have gotten used to it. On the news you are always seeing the news of a murder, run over, kidnapping or suicide. People die, it's simple and easy to understand. It turns out that when you are on the other side, when you are the person who had your heart compressed by the pain of the loss of those you loved, none of the nonsense that religious say about death makes sense. Why did this happen? You wonder. Why is he and not me?