I had never thought much about death.
It always seemed like such a far off thing.
Something only meant for those whose age had reached its limit. Or people who've at least had the chance to live.
What I hadn't known, or perhaps hadn't anticipated was death knocking on my door.
Its eyes so hungry.
Lulling me faster and faster into its inevitable trap.
Yet, unlike many others I hadn't had the chance to live.
I soon realized that my death was unavoidable. That my time was up and that struggling was pointless.
So, eventually I gave up. Surrendering every last ounce of hope and will power I clung to. I had thought it was over...that is until she came along.