What Is Worse Than Death の小説・ストーリー

"Of course not! But still yet, you still have to prepare for the worst." "Well, Gonzalez said Mariano didn't want to have kids too, so I guess that's settled then." "I hope so, Mira, I hope so. I only hope this anger of yours doesn't make you regret doing something that could possibly have a permanent effect in your life. Because Mira, dysthymia is bad. But you know what's worse? The feeling of death while still being alive. And you know how much you love kids. You know how much you appreciate them and how much they mean to..."

Theme: The Canyon of Death My life is full of shit and fucked. I was once a young boy with the hope of becoming someone great in life, but now, take a look at me. My emotions have now led me to my downfall. I am now left alone to face my problems, and it is a must to unravel them. If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall.

Not Dario’s. It was the last thing I saw before everything fell apart. And it would be the last thing I carried with me until the end. Because even now, even after all of it, I would’ve died for him. And I still might. But dying wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. Living without redemption? That was worse. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever earn it back.

“Death would be better.” “Yours or the people that did this to you?”

Death is not a thing that happens to us, it is something we see happen to others, it is an unfortunate day for some poor kid in a third world country who happened to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time as the bomb exploded. But us? Well we’re going to live forever. Living in the midst of a death sentence was almost like staring into the barrel of a Glock and hoping there was no bullet down the end of that long dark chamber. And then Mattel wouldn’t let himself think about it anymore, because morbid thoughts weren’t helping… anyone?

Second, because of knowing that my life is not going to be same anymore. The worse is going to get the worst this time.

He took one step toward me, and suddenly the room felt ten degrees colder. "You're clearly inexperienced if you think death is the worst thing that can happen to a person. Break a single rule of mine and you'll get a glimpse of what's worse than death.”

I run my thumb over her face. Walter always told me that revenge wasn’t really worth it. When I told him that I wanted to kill Victor, he told me that he deserved worse than death. He told me that prison was worse than death. I disagree. What’s more reassuring than waking up and realizing you’re not dead? That’s the reassurance that bastard will have every day until he eventually dies, and he might live thirty more years. Or more. He might outlive me. No, death is the worse punishment. Not knowing what comes after. Not being able to take a breath or a shit, or laugh or fuck.

I said. He had no idea what I had done. “You don’t have to kill to ruin people,” I murmured. “There are things far worse than death.”

"And that fate, is worse than death." What?