life, itself is fragile.
it doesn't take much for it to be taken away.
a small snap of a finger could set the course for it be snuffed out.
like a candle fighting against the endless battle of wind, it would be snuffed out, even if it held out for oh so long.
being aware of your own mortality would at least soften the blow, as one would know death was inevitable.
there was no way to escape.
no matter what anyone tried, mother nature will always be the top of the food chain.
we can delude ourselves, believing humans are..but no.
nature decides if we live or die.
nature takes you away when you least expect it.
before your time, on time, it didn't matter. nature always won.
something you were well aware of.
something others chose to ignore.
to deny.
you were not so idiotic.
for when death whisked you aware, you did not fight.
you did not scream, beg and cry for it to let you go and return to the land of the living.
no, instead you accepted it graciously.
why wouldn't you?
no longer would you have to worry about all the burdens, the expectations and sudden responsibilities thrust on your shoulders.
and not only that, but no longer have to worry about waking up in the morning.
too many times a day did you think to yourself.
'i hope i don't wake up tomorrow.'
yet you always did.
too many times a day when you were walking to your home or to university, did you watch the cars screaming past and think to yourself.
'could today be the day?'
yet it never was.
too many times a day did you stare out of a window and think to yourself.
'what if i just jumped? ended it.'
yet you never did.
one would be correct on assuming you weren't exactly living.
you were just, existing.
stuck within a daily cycle, like a mindless husk.
you were waiting.
just waiting for death.
that was what you lived for.
you didn't want to do it yourself.
why didn't you though?
you don't remember.
at least, you lived for death itself.
waiting for it whisk you away and free you from life.
a worthless existence.
you would amount to nothing.
you would be nothing.
you would die as nothing.
you followed the same structure every day.
which made dying quite a change of pace.
death itself was quite peaceful, the skeletal embrace that whisked you away brought solace.
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Not So Special In This World. (RWBY X malereader.)
Fanfictionlife is fragile. it comes and goes like a snap of a finger. become keenly aware of your own mortality, and maybe you'll accept your individual and inevitable end. yet sometimes, it seems death isn't the end for some people. and some people...include...
