Death isn't frightening; what's scary is dying before you've lived enough.
The fear lies in leaving life with many experiences unmet, passing on with regrets, as if never having visited this world at all.
She held him tightly, her heart plunging into an endless abyss.
Death is a person's ashes scattered in the wind!
His strong arms held her tightly.
His hand slowly stroked her back.
He understood her inner terror but couldn't alleviate it for her.
Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she whimpered softly, like a frightened little kitten, overwhelmed with panic.
And all of this was caused by his own hands.
He felt as though his heart was being strangled by an invisible pair of hands, choking him, taking his breath away.
His thick eyebrows furrowed, and he gently rubbed her face with his cheek.
She was still so young; she shouldn't have to endure this.
What kind of foolish things had he done to hurt her so?
