Chapter 16

Why is death the cruel one, when it is life that has the freedom to test its harsh experiments on the living, crushing all hope out of many and leaving them dry, yearning for the touch of death to escape their torment? Is death not the generous master that rescues what has been torn and broken by life, to place them under a peaceful sleep, eternally out of reach of the brutal fingers of life? Death is the noblest of the paths known to man, shrouded in perpetual mystery. The living left wondering what is, the dead unspeaking. Everyone is loved after they die, every soul a fond memory in their demise. With death comes the respect life took. Soon everyone escapes the torture that is life. Soon everyone is rescued. Everyone will die.

“I have to die…”