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She comes
I could literally feel my heart stop when the warm night’s air rushing up at me changed suddenly to cold water that rushed into my mouth and nose. The frigid liquid cut me to the core and chilled my bones.
My senses shut down slowly, one by one. I couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down. Everything was one big mass of murky black. My fingers went numb. Soon I knew I would lose all feeling in my body, but I had already lost all emotions in my soul.
I opened my eyes, but saw nothing. I was not struggling or fighting as the churning waves took me. My muscles seized up and I could not fight if I wanted to.
I began to lose consciousness. The edges of my vision became to succumb to the darkness. A small smile parted my lips. Finally it would be over. I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.
I could feel my mind slipping away from me; the lack of air gradually consuming me. I let my last bit of air seep out. The end was near enough to touch.
The sensation was as though an ominous bank of dark towering clouds floated lazily in my mind. Their lightning seared every doubt I had before I could think it.
Death embraced me in her arms, her warm caress easing my worries. I didn’t fight her, but let her lead me where she may. Her gentle touch was lighter than a feather, but more dangerous than an atom bomb.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
I was…
Dying…
Slowly…
Sinking…
Falling…
Crying…
Thinking of everything I would miss.
Thinking of all the more things I would escape.
Regretting I hadn’t…
Regretting I didn’t…
Regretting I did…
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