HOPE
At some point in life, everyone fears death. For many, this fear begins the moment they truly grasp what it means to die.
Some people fear death because they haven't found something to believe in—like God, spirituality, or a sense of purpose.
Others go through life constantly afraid of their final moments. Often, it's not death itself that scares them, but the way it might happen.
Grace does her thing perfectly by keeping me in suspense, and the thought of How will I die? is fucking killing me.
Will it hurt? Will I suffer? Will I be scared?
My head hangs low, and I squeeze my eyes shut. It's only been a day, yet I already feel defeated. I've been away for such a short time, but my spirit feels like it's cracking because, as much as I don't want to admit it, I know no one is coming to save me.
No one will probably notice my absence in a decade.
