Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 92 SATURN H A R R Y North Carolina, U.S.A Death can seem cruel and unfair, especially when you feel someone has died before their time or when you had plans for the future together and growing old together. Death of someone we love is probably the most devastating experience that can ever happen to any of us. The loss and pain can strike you deeply and can shook your mental state of mind and your core. America died from a ruptured brain aneurysm that no one knew she had.

As said by Lili Drea. The fact that she had just said my name made me feel instantly unique inside. It's not every day that a popular lady calls the name of a dying cancer patient. Lili Drea gives me a lovely smile. "As I previously stated. Your partner is the only reason I'm here, but Cornelia, there's something you should know about life." For a moment, Lili Drea's voice faded off. "We're all going to die one day, and the choice is whether you live your life to the fullest or die with regret." She stated solemnly.

It was a trending topic. “This live broadcast is very exciting. I wonder when the Death Judge will broadcast again.” “Yeah, after watching it, I feel a sense of loss. There are so many bad people in this world. I wonder how long it will be until the Death Judge gets caught and is sentenced to death. I hope he can execute more people before he gets caught.” “What do you think the Death Judge looks like? is he the kind of person who looks very fierce and murderous?” “That’s hard to say. Maybe he’s a taxi driver, a cashier, a teacher, or someone close to us. Maybe it’s me.”

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

“Even if we don’t choose death?” “Well,” rolling the laptop wires, “we all live and die. We all share the same narrative arc. We are all destined to die soon. Others are destined to die early because that is what their senses lead them or their health does. Death is another destiny that just waits around the corner of our lives.” “Thank you for sharing, Sir.” “I know where your question is coming from. I understand you. Anyways, thanks for the Group Chat you created. I forget to thank you personally.”

It is also too discarded and broken. A thought occurred to me as we walked down the stairs. “How many people do you kill each day?” I asked. “We only murder one person each day,” he said, so my eyes wide open in shock. Do they just kill one person in a single day? Is this for real? Why is this so? Maybe because there are so few individuals who wish to commit suicide here, so they just murder one person each day?

They didn’t really want to die; they just wanted to taste death. “You really mean that, Dimitri?” Majesta didn’t think she would ever want to taste death again. “Yes, it is not uncommon for vampires to die in odd ways, and there be nobody. They have to be reported dead, and many don’t want to tell the truth on why they staked them.” Dimitri told her with a sigh. “How many times have you done this?” Majesta asked, looking between the two of them. “Not as many as you would think. Most vampires don’t die and have others around. They are just missing persons.” Magnusson told her.

People say we can feel something if death approaches us. People say, the signs will look real and strange to other people. Some say that the person who is going to die is the one who is most aware of it until finally making them try to say goodbye that will look odd in the eyes of the closest person. On the other hand, I did not experience it all. I didn't feel anything strange, the people closest to me were now far away somewhere so that no one would tell me what was wrong with me.

Sometimes in life, we get to the stage where nothing surprises us anymore. Someone dies; we say it was their time. Someone fails; failure is part of life, they will get it right the next time. We have reached the point where it is acceptable for us to be hurt because the people we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most, right?

He nodded his head and sighed deeply. “The autopsy says that there’s no reason for him to die. Everything in him was intact and in good condition. He’s clean and has no vices that may cause a heart attack or any kind of illness.” “And what? He just died?” I asked, raising a brow. “You can answer that. We are humans, and death because of illness, accidents, and murder is mainly the cause of our deaths. I don’t know about supernatural beings,” he answered, and he had a point. Although we could die the way humans did, unexplainable death was something common for our kind.