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The Last Days
A one x one between Lillian Gray and Skarlet
In their last moments people often ask what you would've done. Where you would've gone, who you would've tried to meet, and what you would've tried to accomplish before the last breath escaped from your lips and into the air to join with nature. The cycle of life began with a breath, and ended on the same note. But people never ask about what comes after, they're too afraid to talk about the inevitable darkness which swallows us whole.
She was there, my family donated to hers, and we met.
Both of us were brought into this world with a breath, and we'll both leave it that way. Breathing, dying, imagining how we'll go on in the next world.
I met her. Gods I pray that that darkness never comes, that there is some other place where we can meet again. I don't want her to die, not yet, the separation which would doom us both is too bittersweet after all this time.
Our story began, but not with a breath, but in a room. White walls, a space between us.
I never thought it would be like this.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death. -David Sarnof
A one x one between Lillian Gray and Skarlet
In their last moments people often ask what you would've done. Where you would've gone, who you would've tried to meet, and what you would've tried to accomplish before the last breath escaped from your lips and into the air to join with nature. The cycle of life began with a breath, and ended on the same note. But people never ask about what comes after, they're too afraid to talk about the inevitable darkness which swallows us whole.
She was there, my family donated to hers, and we met.
Both of us were brought into this world with a breath, and we'll both leave it that way. Breathing, dying, imagining how we'll go on in the next world.
I met her. Gods I pray that that darkness never comes, that there is some other place where we can meet again. I don't want her to die, not yet, the separation which would doom us both is too bittersweet after all this time.
Our story began, but not with a breath, but in a room. White walls, a space between us.
I never thought it would be like this.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death. -David Sarnof