❝ everyone must die, but first we must live. ❞
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 , a ghost of a smile ever present upon perfectly carved lips . all men must die , she says . death is an inevitable part of life , for mankind is born , it ages , and eventually bodies return to the earth from which they came . ( a cycle . unbroken . unchanged . ———– and a lie . )
“ 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 , 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 , 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 . ” hands clasp , propped upon a knee that has been crossed over the other , the food on the cafe table hardly touched ( though perhaps he can simply blame it on pleasant conversation and a lack of appetite . ) “ 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 . 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆 ? ”