Sometimes People Die Romane & Geschichten

"But there's hope." I kept her company, chatting away, right up until she needed to lie down for her nap. I watched Nana sleep, her chest rising and falling under the blankets, and a thought I didn't want crept in. She could die. The thing inside her could win, and one of these naps could be the last. I sat with that, and it pulled me somewhere dark. Everyone always talks about the people left behind. How they grieve, cope, and carry the hole. But what about the person actually dying? Nobody talks about them. What is it like, knowing your time is running out?

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?

Though people around the world leave this earth every moment for all sorts of reasons, it still felt unsettling that, in just over a month, four people from their own circle—Ruby, Eugene, Kenneth, and Shane—had all passed away one after another. It cast a heavy gloom over everything. "Death comes for everyone eventually. No one escapes it," Louis said gently. "Yeah, I know. Go get washed up and rest early. I’ll do the same," Adora replied with a faint smile, then waved goodbye and ended the video call.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

A warning to the rest of the Wolves and Lycans in the world. Someone had died. It had to be someone important to them. Someone from their inner circle and they were not responsible. There was only one person who hadn’t been on the news recently. Nate. Could he really be dead?

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.

Olivia took a breath before continuing. “All of these options are easier but the common denominator in each of them is that thousands die. Maybe even tens of thousands. If that amount of death, that loss of life from any race is acceptable to you, then by all means, choose the easy way.” Olivia growled, looking at everyone.