How I would Die

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"For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one." Kahlil Gibran.

BEFORE now, how I would die was a long ways off. Accident, old age, suicide — all viable options at the time. But I never expected this, to be giving up my own life, thinking I'd be saving another, only to learn how ... pointless it all is. How pointless my sacrifice is. And, weirdly, I'm okay with that.

I watch without breathing across the long room, my eyes narrow and my teeth grinding. I stare into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looks back at me with a pleasant grin. Though shaken, I raise my hands defensively. I am not ready to face this foe. To face the claws and teeth shimmering in the fluorescent lights. But what choice do I have?

As of now, it's either him or me.

This never would have happened if I stayed with my mom, if I had never even looked in the direction of Forks. I'd be safe. Not facing death. But as terrified as I feel, I can't bring myself to regret every choice that has led to this.

The hunter smiles in a friendly way as he saunters forward to kill me.

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