And just like that it was all over. Everything I had become was gone now, and in its place was a quiet, defening kind of silence. I had lost all that I was, and nothing was left. My heart turned to stone and locked itself away; or did it crumble and fade? All I know is that the distant light vanished for good, and along with it... my ambition; my will to live. The life was sapped out if everything, out of me. The small flame squashed under the finger of certainty. I knew, there was no doubt in my entire being; I knew. It was too clear not to be sure, and too cold not to be real. As the clouds of desperation filled my skies I could do nothing bibut t watch; watch as more light left my already dim world. I wanted to ask for help, to call out for a savior; but it was no use. No one could save us, no one could fix this. What could one do but stand by and watch? I tried to help, I tried to fight; but everything in me just shouted, begging me to give in. So I did. I gave it all up. And some sort of dark peace came over me; a peace that we all knew was bad, but it was better than the struggle. This peace was called death; it was called doom. It was the knowledge that no matter what happens now nothing can change. And that is how it felt, you asked and now I have told you; that is how it felt to die before I was dead.
