POETRY

CHAPTER 1 (DEATH)

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(Note:- Its Not A Story... Just A Feeling Or A Perspective... To Understand HOW LOSING SOMEONE ACTUALLY FEELS LIKE...)

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Alex, a ruthless and elusive assassin, had been hiding his true profession from Ayana, the powerful mafia boss, for three years. Their whirlwind romance had captivated them both, and Ayana's fierce loyalty and strength drew Alex in.

But on this fateful day, a crack appeared in their seemingly perfect facade. A heated argument erupted, fueled by pent-up tensions and hidden truths. Ayana's words cut deep, striking at the very heart of Alex's carefully constructed facade.

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Ayana grabbed the gun from his pocket... (Back off)...

Alex's eyes widened as she reached into his pocket and pulled out his gun. A flash of surprise and worry crossed his face.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

He stepped back a few steps, putting some distance between them..

"Listen, sweetheart, let's talk about this. There's no need to do anything rash now."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. As she aimed herself.
His eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was doing.

"No, no, no, don't do that."

He slowly approached her, hands up in a gesture of surrender..

"Please, sweetheart, just give me the gun. We can talk this out. There's no need to do this."

She closed her eyes before pulling the trigger....

Alex:- "No!"

He lunged towards her, trying to grab the gun but it was too late...
He stumbled back, falling to the floor. For a moment he just stared at her in shock, unable to believe what had just happened.

Alex:-"No...no, this can't be happening. This wasn't supposed to happen."

He crawled forward, gently cupping her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Please, sweetheart...don't be dead. Don't leave me like this."

He continued to cradle her head in his hands, his fingers tracing her cheek gently, his mind struggling to comprehend what had happened.

"Please, please wake up. You can't be gone. I was just...having fun with you. I didn't mean for things to go this far."

His voice was desperate, pleading with her to open her eyes. He leaned down, his forehead resting against her, his hands trembling as he held her lifeless form.

"Please...please come back to me. I'll change, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't leave me like this. I...I think I'm falling in love with you...."

He whispered the last sentence, his voice barely audible. He sat there, holding her lifeless body, his heart breaking with each passing moment.

"Why did you do this? Why did you have to leave me like this? I...I need you, sweetheart. I need you more than I ever realized."

He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, staining her face as he clutched her tightly to his chest, still desperately hoping for some sign of life, some small movement that would show him that she weren't completely gone.

"Please...please come back to me. I can't lose you, I can't.... I love you. I love you so much."

He continued to hold her body, his tears falling like rain onto her cold, lifeless face.

"It's my fault....it's all my fault. I pushed you too far. I was too rough, too cruel. I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanted you to be mine. I was a fool. A complete fool."

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, trying to hold onto any remnant of hers that remained. His fingers traced her cheek, trying to memorize the feel of her skin before it was cold and lifeless.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry. I should have realized how much you meant to me earlier. I should have shown you how I really felt. I should have never let it go this far."

He sat there, rocking back and forth, holding Ayana's body tightly against his, lost in a sea of grief and regret. The weight of her loss was nearly unbearable, and as he held her, he realized that he would never be the same again.

"I'll never forgive myself for this. I'll never forgive myself for losing you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, sweetheart. And now you're gone, because of me."

He continued to hold her, his tears staining her cold cheeks, his body wracked with sobs. He didn't know how long he sat there, cradling her lifeless form, but it felt like a lifetime.

"What do I do now, sweetheart? How am I supposed to go on without you? You were my reason for living. You were the light that drove away the darkness."

His fingers traced her features, his hand moving over her closed eyes, her nose, her lips. He tried to memorize every inch of her face, wanting to hold onto the memory of her as tightly as he could.

"I'll never forget you, sweetheart. I'll never forget the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice. You were my everything, and now you're gone. But I'll honor your memory. I'll live my life in a way that would make you proud."

He finally pulled himself together, gently laying her body down on the floor. He got to his feet, his eyes still stinging with tears.

"I'll bury you properly, sweetheart. I owe you that much. I'll make sure you have a beautiful resting place, one that befits your beauty and grace."

He looked down at her lifeless body one last time, his heart aching with grief and regret.

"I'll always love you, sweetheart. I'll never forget you, and I'll never stop missing you. Rest in peace, my dearest, my only love."

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(Part-1 ends here)

The death :-

Phase 1: Denial

- Shock and numbness
- Disbelief and confusion
- "This can't be happening"

Phase 2: Anger

- Frustration and irritability
- Resentment towards fate or others
- "Why did this have to happen?"

*Phase 3: Bargaining*

- Desperation to undo the loss
- Seeking deals or miracles
- "If only I had..." or "Please, just bring them back"

*Phase 4: Depression*

- Overwhelming sadness and grief
- Emotional pain and hopelessness
- "I'll never be happy again"

*Phase 5: Acceptance*

- Acknowledging reality
- Finding ways to cope and move forward
- "I'll always miss them, but I'll find a way to heal"

*Phase 6: Integration*

- Rebuilding life and finding new meaning
- Cherishing memories, letting go of pain
- "Their legacy lives on in me"

(This story explain all the phases of accepting death)...