Eunomia

Chapter 2 "Death and love"

~Bryony~

Death;
I always thought it was a necessary misfortune.
Sometimes it's a very unfair misfortune, well not sometimes, almost always. Everybody has someone who would cry if you die, right?

Death is something that surrounds us without realizing it, until we do. Everybody knows we are going to die, eventually, but what nobody knows is what happens after death. Everybody has an hypothesis of what's after... well, after all. That's where religions come in, they help you believe, believe it's okay to lose those you loved. And I? Well, I like to believe those I loved are in a better place, life would be so... endless if I didn't.

They say the circle of life is live for die, fate. There's something poetic in that... But what is most talked about is what you should do during that period of time we call life. Most people think you should study to get a good job, earn money and form a happy family. If we analyze the thoughts of the majority, life basically consists of spending a great amount of time making money, because that's what everything turns around, money. Sure they are more important things like health or happiness but so it's the money. And if someone tells you the opposite he or she may be lying.

However, if you try to find the meaning of life in something as old fashionable as a book then your answer is love, the circle of life is live, love, die. What kind of book would it be if it didn't contain an epic love story, huh?. All good books teach you there's nothing better than love, no matter if is as a loyal and unconditional feeling towards your family and friends or as a romantic feeling towards someone you will die for. Love is always the answer to everything.

But then there are these kind of books that combine love and death, two things so apparently different that can have so much in common a time. Because is there something more loyal that dying for love? Dying for someone you love.

You may be wondering what did I have for breakfast that made me so melancholic, nothing strange I hope. I guess that's the way I am, I like books, I love reading books, everybody have a way to scape from reality, books are mine. I used to have other ways... but they don't work as much as they once did. What have never changed are the questions about the meaning of life I ask myself. 

You won't be the first one in calling me weirdo, don't worry.

"Bryon!" I heard my brother calling me some seconds before bursting in my room.

Obviously my name isn't Bryon, it's Bryony, but isn't that what big brothers do? Calling their little sisters by tacky nicknames.

Cameron opened my bedroom door as much as this allowed him for later walking past the door frame as if he owned the place. I was looking at an old photo I had to strategically hide bellow my pillow.

When Cameron entered he took a few seconds to stare at me with his light green eyes, his wavy brown hair was styled as always, slicked back, he was wearing some dark blue jeans with a white T-shirt. If it weren't because he had burst into my room in a very rude way, I would admit today he was good looking.

"Great, you are dressed, you have to give Noa a ride, she's going to meet her friends." Cameron said with a superiority tone that made that sentence sound suspiciously like an order.

"I can't Camie, I'm meeting Olive too." I replied hoping my big bro to offer himself to take our little sister with her friend or leave my room, if I was lucky maybe both.