To describe the feeling of death as anything is quite a difficult thing to do.
Personally I died by a knife drawn from the one I loved.
When you first get stabbed you can't comprehend it at first so the pain comes slowly. Little prickles of pain one at a time. Then after you feel the pain you begin to feel fear that you are dying. That gets your blood flowing and you start bleeding faster. What was once a trickle is now running out of the wound and your mouth. As you begin to lose blood you start too get cold. Soo so cold. As if you were getting poked with little icy needles. In your last moment you usually think "So this is how it ends? Me bleeding on a floor. So many mistakes... but I regret nothing..."
Afterlife is a completely different subject that we don't have enough time for.
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Random Writes
CasualeThese are completely random things I decide to write, but if you like them I can make an actual story out of them (just ask in comments). This has no set genre so I will try and put that in the chapter title thingy.
