In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Death.
What a dreadful and fearful word.
And yet, it's the simple peace that we get when our end comes. Life dances with death, coming together for a beautiful crescendo. Bodies flowing elegantly across the wooden stage, until life falls leaving death alone in the spotlight and the music fading.
Sometimes we go quietly, soft like Henryk Gorecki – Symphony #3. And sometimes we are just as loud as Mozarts Requiem played in a D minor. But in the end, death is peaceful. And yet, we constantly fight against death. Begging for one more moment of life, because no one is truly ready to die. And face with the option of living, or dying, why not choose to live? Choose to continue the dance for a moment longer.
So I don't blame my father for choosing my mother to live, even if it cost my freedom. Anyone in the same situation as he would have chosen the same.
I don't regret it. I can't regret it.
But what if the eternal dance between life and death never comes to an end?
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Crescendo
FantasiaAll she always desired was to turn into the perfect ballet dancer. However, while she was concluding her first year of school, Olivia Cullens happened summoned home to care for her dying mother. However, luck would have it, her father stumbles upon...
