Death was just the natural end of life. For those still alive, what was there to fear from death?
From the vast emptiness of your soul leaving your body...
No one alive truly knew what death felt like. It was one of those things you could only experience once.
Death was an unknown to the living, and the unknown was to be feared. Life was horrible, it was hard, but it was an evil you recognized, one you were intimately familiar with. Death could be a mercy, or it could be a greater evil. But no one would know until it came.
'I'm just so tired of it.'
This was the first thought that crossed Damon's mind.
All this came in the form of rushing images, words and feelings forming faster than they could truly be expressed.
Damon didn't know what condition he was in, but he knew he was alive. Somehow, impossibly, he was still alive. He almost didn't want to open his eyes.
This peace was something he had craved.
