A Dance With Death

|| Epilogue - Human ||

A/N:

Hello again! I know I said before that there won't be any epilogue for this story, but looks like I lied. Oops. I sorta wanted to keep this lil ending it for myself, you know, because I'm a selfish scrub. But I guess I owed this much to all my readers and after a few days of contemplation, and a few words of encouragement from my lovely friends, I have decided to finally share it with all of you!

It's still a bit vague and still leaves some questions unanswered, but I feel that it perfectly complements the actual ending by tying up some loose ends. I hope you like it!

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I sit silently on the wet grass, hugging my legs to my chest. My body shivers slightly, not because of the weather, but because of my thoughts. What if they never show? What will happen of me then? I try not to think about it, and decide upon waiting, just like I have been for the past five days. I look up at the sky, dark clouds forming above me, blocking the path of the morning sun. Another day has begun, and I can do nothing but wait as I sit and read the name engraved on the stone in front of me.

Zain J. Malik.

It was peaceful, my death. My second death, that is. It has been years since that first time and while I didn't exactly die back then, I was as good as dead. The chaos my coma had brought along had almost destroyed everything. This time, however, I passed peacefully — no pain and no harm. To be honest, there might've been some pain, and even bigger harm, but it was all the way death should be. I was, and continue to be, well-acquainted with the concept of death, so I knew that whenever it should happen, I should learn to accept it. After all, you might not even get the chance to experience the right kind of death.

I am contented, I feel whole. I feel that my life has fulfilled its purpose and I've done all that I could've done. I got an entire life back, I got a second chance. I got even more troubles, heartbreaks, losses, tragedies, and destruction. This second life had already been tainted to a point where nothing could ever fix it. This second life had been destroyed before it even began. However, I owned every moment that this life had offered me. I got so much, even in the rubble of destruction. Even when I lost so much, I gained much more.

I can proudly say that I have lived and not just survived.

Sadly, my life after death hasn't been that exciting. It's just endless stretches of boredom and loneliness. There's usually no one around in the graveyard, except the few visitors that come to talk to me — rather, my grave. You'd expect a graveyard to have more ghosts.

Though, I must admit, this is peaceful. This is the calmest I have ever been. I have no responsibilities, no commitments, no favours, no promises to keep. All there is, is to wait — wait for one of them to show.

No reaper came to me. I haven't even seen any sort of a paranormal being since I've attained my current state, which I hardly find surprising at all considering the disruption. No one has showed up since my death to reap me; I haven't even felt the presence of a reaper around me.

I sit still and unmoving, going over my life once again — both of my lives — wondering whether I had to continue living like this forever or keep hoping that someone might eventually show.