Two thin hands held my face, as the winter sun eased the frost bite from my cheeks. Her lips were so feverishly close to mine, but her eyes too vague for me to lean in. My breath came out in short silent streams as she locked gazes with me, the agony captured in her tortured blue ireses like turquoise art.
"I don't understand," She sobbed, this was when I realized she was kneeling above me. "Why must everyone die on me?"
I tried to tell her that I was still here, breathing her air, admiring her every wracking sob. But nothing came out but a small moan of pain erupting from my lungs; they were on fire.
"Oh," She cried, cradling my head in her lap. "Don't fret. It'll all be over soon." I couldn't decide if she were talking to me, or attempting to settle her own panic. Which wasn't working for either of us, for she let out a blood curdling scream of sudden grief, and I silently absorbed a new wave of fear as my lungs seemed to deflate within me, robbing me of oxygen.
Everything passed in slow watercolored blurs, and the world's components mixed together like a child had went ahead and thrown the painting that is our reality, off the crafting table of the universe. I felt the pavement beneathe my hands, chilling the tips of my fingers, and remembered that it was winter. To die with everything else green on the planet; that seemed proper. I would go with the rest of the unchangable life, like I'm sure we were meant to at some point.
"Is this what death feels like?" I whispered, my vision swirling as I tried to make out the face of the petite brunette sobbing above my motionless body.
"No Dear," She promised. "You aren't quite there yet I'm afraid." And then she smiled, a beautiful, warm smile. And my world went black.
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Alive
Teen FictionJeremiah Green was so close to death's depart, so close that he wished it had come sooner. But something saved him, just before the last breath. People don't just come back to life; exploded lungs don't just reattach and reanimate like nothing had e...
