A/N- Posting this late because what the hell, I'm excited about this.
This is the final chapter of 'Exile' and oh my God this feels unreal. How is it that I have already finished this book? It feels like just yesterday I was drafting this entire story.
This one is a long one, like really fucking long. So if you know that you have other things you gotta get done, I recommend finishing that before you start this lol.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and please, go all out on your comments for the last chapter. I wanna hear every single thought that goes through your mind during this lol. Also, Grammarly seems to hate me so if you see any mistakes, no you don't. It's Grammarly's mistakes, not mine. #fuckgrammarly
Anywho, without further ado, enjoy the final chapter of Exile.
Chapter 21
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Holly's POV
Death.
It's an odd concept when we think of it. As if our lives are being recorded on a stop watch, we each have a limited amount of time to live--a time frame in which we know very little to nothing about. For the majority of those in the world people tend to live until the age of 65 or 70--possibly longer depending on health status and genetics. For others they live less, holding a disease in their body that they can no longer fight, ending the timer on their stop watch within seconds.
I never worried about death. I know that's weird to think considering I'm a nurse and I see people come in on a daily basis with one foot in the grave and the other in the hospital bed, but death never crosses my mind. I try not to think of it, just like anyone does. I tend to think of myself as invincible sometimes-- that can prove to be quite dangerous in situations like the one I'm in right now. I figure it's better to enjoy life rather then worry about it ending. It's easier that way. At least for me it is.
I'm okay with dying. I reached that conclusion years ago after getting in a car accident that brought me the closest I had ever been to death. I remember feeling my body loosen up, and feeling my mind grow blank. I was completely unphased. Something about death to me is peaceful, knowing I would no longer worry about the world in front of me. I would be safe. I would be at peace. I would no longer be living in exile.
But as I stand here right now, I begin to wonder, why is it that If I'm so okay with the concept of death I keep worrying that this is the end?
Why do I now fear the idea of dying?
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