December 19, 2019
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It had been in that one moment in time when the concept of death finally dawned upon the young man.
Death wasn't cruel; it definitely wasn't a skeleton dressed in vintage black just picking out souls to take and reap for no apparent reason other than 'their time has finally come'.
However, Death was often times also not kind, nor close to any of it's moving description made by the people who had been witnesses or second-hand victims of it. There was always this empty and longing aura that surrounded a person whenever they lost a loved one. Sometimes, these auras would extend to the people they interact or are close with. Finally of course, there was a sense of despair whenever someone would lose the person that gave them hope.
He realized on that day that Death was a part of Life just as she had been a part of his. He learned that no matter how much he wept or wished that she would come back, Death or Life would simply have no desire in it.
He had to move on and forget her, or remember her for the rest of his now colorless life...
