Noir

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose

We'd fight and never lose

For we were young and sure to have our way.

by Mary Hopkins

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                                                                                  Prologue:

Death is the worst part of life.

It is not permanent, it is not inevitable, it is not

Real.

How can it be?

It is everlasting. It is

Excruciating.

Someone once said, "this too shall pass", but

You.

Will.

Never.

Pass.

I won't let you. I can't

Let you go.

I still need you. I can't

Let you go.

I hate change, it reminds me of

Death.

For, when something changes

Something must die so that the other can live.

I don't believe in letting the new live over the old.

New lives are in control of the future,

Evolution says.

But you are Don of my future, I say. 

And I control the future

Of the world, everyone says.

The old are young at heart.

Your heart failed you but your mind

surpasses the greatest of minds of any in the new generation of Ellis.

Even if the new lives find the cure

for Sequoiatsi,

You are smarter.

Were.

The old are wise.

I apologize, the Young.

If they would simply live longer, they would be in control of our future.

Is that why you died? Or rather,

why you will die? Because you are not

Dead.

You cannot be

Dead.

Do you get that Gist?

If you were

Dead

I would not see you everywhere,

Every time

I close my eyes,

I breathe.

If you are Dead,

why can you not stay