She stood, looking at the monochrome sky with the raindrops falling down with a cup of warm chocolate in her hand — she was wearing a sweater but even though she was, cold it still pierced his skin — November was coming to an end and December was coming without her being able to stop it.
The month that was supposed to be special for her but became the month she hated that kept her worst dreams come true. Her eyes stared blankly as she repeated the bitter memory in her head without being able to stop it even though the pain and tightness hit her heart.
She knows that we can't choose how, where and when we will die because death always comes without permission, whether ready or not it will always come to pick up every living thing and that's why news about death is always sudden and doesn'
