When the pain hits, Tom realizes he never particularly wasted a thought about his death.

Not after the Horcruxes at least.

There had been the occasional frightening thought about running out of time, or the terrifying knowledge that sooner or later all strings connected to life would be cut, but none of them has ever been grave enough to revive the horrifying panic he had felt as a child.

Death had not been on his mind for a long, long time, but always waiting like a cruel monster at the end of his story. The punchline.

Now, in the end, Death is strangely peaceful.

Like the warm feeling of falling asleep after a long, exhausting day on Hogwarts' grounds. Or the rustling of pages in his favourite tome. It greets him almost like an old friend that he hadn't seen in a while.

Perhaps if I would have known sooner, he thinks while falling, I wouldn't have been so afraid.

For now, this story updates monthly, each time on the 15th.

A couple of chapters are already finished, some are with my beta reader, and some need to be rewritten. I plan on upgrading my post schedule to bi-weekly sometime this winter.