It frightens me how easily death can take away a loved one from us. It’s a constant reminder of how much we take for granted and how we take our friends, even family for granted. They could be gone in an instant. I don’t tell people I love and care about them enough. This really sucks. Please don’t take your friends and loved ones for granted and make them feel loved any chance you get.
“ We’re gonna be happy, Lex, you and me. We’re gonna have the best life, Lex, you and me. We’re gonna be so happy. So you can’t die, okay? You can’t die. Because we’re supposed to end up together.” “We’re meant to be. “
You may feel like you are a ship lost at sea, but if you isolate like this, then you really will be. You’re cutting off your own anchor. And every minute that you spend… Standing, hiding in this suit of armor, the more separate you become from the things you wanna protect.
Andrew comes up from unconsciousness like it’s deep water.
First, tiny streaks of light, growing to a glow. Then, all at once, sound and smell. It feels like he gasps, but he thinks it probably comes out like a sigh. He breathes in, deeply, lets it seep out slow.
“I’m angry with you,” says the voice he would know anywhere. Andrew blinks his eyes open, squinting at the glare. There’s a touch at his face – a hand, blocking the light.
“Are you?” he asks. His voice grates in his throat. “I’m not dead. Isn’t that what you wanted?”