In the End You die. So why do we try so hard in life? We all have the same fait...death. You hear people all the time say that they're gonna become the best, the richest, the strongest, the most famous, the top. But why would you do that if your just gonna die, there's no point in becoming any of those things if your just gonna drop it and die. You watch people around you die all the time, did their goals benefit them in the end while they lay in that coffin. Or as you stand at their grave in tears wishing you could talk to them once more, tell them how much you love them, Those goals they had, you don't even give them a thought when you hear their dead. But when people are asked the question "Why do all that when your just gonna die?" They don't really answer, but they continue to go on with that goal. It makes no sense at all, at least to me it has no point. In the End You die.

❛Catch me if you can❜ ꜜShe's the daughter of crime. He's London's best agent. ꜜBut most importantly, they're enemies, not lovers. -- MULTIPLE POV (fem!reader). ©kingdombyers COPYRIGHTED!! I do not consent to this story being republished on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user other than me.

"It never came up to my mind to be with you, to you be my first kiss, and to fall for you. Because I wasn't your Ms. Right,-" he suddenly grabbed my waist that made my body be that near to him. He held my spine and passionately kissed me. "Just, shh... I didn't request any Ms. Right,"