Branded By Death

WATER was everywhere. It filled her mouth and her eyes, making it difficult to breathe and difficult to see anything in front of her. The water also filled her lungs, making every breathe she took difficult. She was freezing, far too numb to feel anything. And yet, she felt like she was on fire. She never ever felt such a stronger will to live. It was weird. It was weird how she’d always lived life halfheartedly and in the moment it was being taken from her grasp, she always wished to die but right now she couldn’t think of something she wanted more except the will of her to live. Long where the thoughts she’d had about wanting to die young. She wanted to fall in love. She wanted to get married. She wanted to have children and see them grow. She didn’t wanted to die, perhaps not now. And still, her options were limited, there was only a slight chance of her surviving. Very slim chance. If she was to die tonight (which she was) she wanted to die on his arms. She wanted to kiss him one last time. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, although she knew he felt it too, even if it hadn’t been spoken. Some things didn’t need to be said, they simply just felt. And that’s how it was with him. She hadn’t expected to fall in love with someone whom she didn’t even knew properly. And she hadn’t expected to fall so quickly and so completely, for him. If there was any reason to live, to fight until she gave out then she needed to do it for him. To spend her life with him. She couldn’t scream, no one would hear her, everyone was too far from her. This, was the very moment she realized that real life stories are not meant to have a sweet lovely happy ending. This was when she realized that, this is her end. The end of how she died.