Not A Simple Love Story

Chapter Forty Eight

[Forty Eight]

They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing, and a second time, a bit later on, when someone says your name for the last time.

But what happens when they're both at the same time? What happens when your last breath, last hope, last sight, last sound- was hearing someone say your name for the last time. Not just any someone, but the someone.

I always wanted it to rain when I died. I wanted the sorrow and worry to be washed away with my life. I wanted the pain, misery, and loss to just wash away.

I heard that it doesn't hurt to die.

Maybe thats a myth. Maybe the whole idea of pain and dying do go together. Everyone says dying is a source of relief, finally letting go and having the pain fade away. What if dying was the opposite? What if as you die, the pain increases? Would we all be scared of dying?

Or maybe we're just all scared to live. From the second you're born, you start dying. Maybe this isn't life. Maybe this is death. Would we look at life differently then? Would we take it for granted, or cherish every moment?

Maybe we should stop wishing Mondays were Fridays, or that the rain was the sun. We should stop waiting for things to happen, and start making them happen. Who knows when time is up.

Maybe we're all just living to die.