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QUINN As the bullet hit my heart, I was grateful. I am not sure that is the sentiment that is expected upon death. However, I knew the amount of effort that had been put into today and, I was grateful. I had always wanted to die in battle. And here I was, dying for the greater good in a battle, that, although highly orchestrated was no less important. I had single handedly taken down at least thirty. I had reason to be proud. I hoped my loved ones would remember me with pride. I was ready to die as my life flashed before my eyes. Mainly images of Leanda, and later Fia. It was over within seconds, but my last thoughts were filled with so much love. I was at peace. Two years earlier BRAYLEIGH "Its a little boy," the man said, as he handed me my baby. "Congratulations". I looked down at this tiny baby in my arms, and a tear rolled down my cheek. "Hey, it's okay," said the man, wiping my tear. "It is perfectly normal for new Mums to feel overwhelmed! Especially these days. Is there anything I can do for you?" Why was he so sweet? "Does he have.. I mean.. did you notice.." I couldnt finish the sentence, but luckily he knew what I meant. "I checked, he has no date," the man smiled at me. "Have you thought of a name for him yet?" "I never thought I'd get to have a baby," I said, half to myself. It was hard to think that not long after my baby turned two years old, I'd be gone, resting in peace, never seeing what becomes of him. "I think I'll call him Eirwen. It was my Granddad's name, I never got to meet him." "I think its beautiful! Hi Eirwen, I'm Jesse." Said the man, taking my babies little hand in his and pretending to shake it. I giggled, and Jesse smiled. We chatted for a while. I found it hard to understand why the man who had just delivered my baby wanted to stay and talk to me. He said it was a quiet day, and most people don't come in on their own. "Is there someone I can try to find for you? There must be someone out there worried about you? Your parents? The babies father?" Jesse was so sweet. I shook my head, "there is no one anymore, just me and Eirwen." "Where will you go when you leave here?" "I really hadn't thought that far ahead to be honest". When I was born, my parents mourned my death, just as their parents had done for them, and their parents before them. It was something so common place, no one questioned it. When I was five years old, I asked my Mother why I had to die before she did, I said it wasn't fair! She told me I was selfish and sent me to my room. When I was ten years old, I asked my Father how it was fair that we were both half way through our lives. He told me that was the way of the world, and I should accept it. When I was a teenager, the reports started flooding in of babies born without expiration dates. I asked if that meant I could get rid of mine. I was told not to be so stupid! I watched every report and followed every story. Gathered as much information as I could get my hands on. As hundreds turned into thousands, turned into millions, all born without dates. When I was sixteen, I left home. My parents didn't understand. They said what I was doing was wrong. But they had so much time left, I only had four years. Even if I couldn't find the answers, I needed to live, I needed some adventure. I found out quickly that the grass wasn't greener on the other side. With very few possessions and even less money with me - I quickly fell into the wrong crowds, and the wrong ways of surviving. Which is how, one week before my eighteenth birthday, I found myself in a private hospital miles away from home, all alone, with a newborn baby.
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