Sometimes People Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Normal?” She shrugged, rolling onto her side to face me slightly, propping her head on one arm. “Yeah. People die in dumb, random ways. Cars, accidents, stupid mistakes. Happens all the time.” I chewed my lip, trying to wrap my brain around her calmness. How can she be so… detached? I thought. And yet, part of me envied it. I envied the way she could treat death like it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

But the man had ignored everything else she said, halting the gathering of the takeaways he was doing and looking at her square in the face, "are you dying, Debby?" She had gulped. "Uhm, No." She said, defensively. "Even though we all die a little every day." The man arched a brow as if to say she was spewing nonsense so she added, "Take what happened with my abduction for example. I could be long dead. It just comes suddenly. Do you know what they say about life coming at you suddenly? Yeah, the same thing applies to death." "I'll ask her to when the time is right." Was the next thing she heard the doctor say.

Before that, she had even asked Noelle what death was. "It means Seline left this world and went to another one." "Why did she have to leave?" "Because… Sometimes, it's an accident. And sometimes, it's just time—people grow old, and eventually, they pass away."

It doesn't matter how small or big it could be. Most people would say the most heartbreaking phase is—death—losing people who meant the world to them. As stated before, some would definitely say—poverty: the people who die poor with dreams of becoming rich one day. Some would say—hunger: to die out of starvation as they couldn't afford food to quench. Some would say—breakup: due to reasons, they would not be able to be together the way they wanted it to be. Some would say—betrayal—by putting their trust in people who destroy it into minuscule pieces.

We all sat in the living room with a few more elders who had been called over, since the matter had become something else. “Just like it is said: One is an incident, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern.” Finnigan began. “This is going beyond what we can take. It means someone else is going to die soon, and we can't have that.” “Exactly. They all died in the evening when they went to take naps. That's no coincidence. They were also old men. Something is definitely happening.” I watched the men debate in fear. I really hoped it had nothing to do with me because I knew I was the only one who had seen the bloodied man.

“That’s still less than the number of people who die from car accidents every day.” “But car accident deaths don’t fill up a hospital and infect cancer patients as well as healthy 4 year old kids.” “I’m looking for Doctor Morgen. Sienna got her period.” “Shit.” She shakes her head, and to some, they might find her somewhat amusing, but I don’t. There was nothing to amuse me right now.

Maybe even slip into a coma. Or maybe die. Who knows?

“They say overdose.” “No way. Aaron? He didn’t look like the type,” the other replied. “You never know,” the guy stated. “They don’t always look at it. Last year, my aunt Petunia also died of overdose and she looked as straight as an arrow.” “That’s so fucked!” Their voices blended with the others around me. Everyone had a theory. Substance abuse. Suicide. Conspiracy. The usual gossip that thrives when someone young dies. But all I could do was stare.

'I know, you can't accept it for the time being, right? Jones Davis still didn't answer, only vaguely heard some sobbing. 'Telly Smith's death really made everyone feel unhappy, even sad, not just you, me, Javen, and even Hugo James. Several of us felt very bad.' Cassie held her head in her arms and reached out and patted her on the back. 'But you have to know that people can't come back from the dead. There are so many accidents in life, and you never know which comes first, happiness or disaster. In that case, let's accept our fate. At least, we have. '