Mirabella's Pov
Am I truly living? Or am I yearning for death in order to truly live?
Is a question that I've continuously asked myself for years.
I live because death is promised.
Through the promise of death, I breathe.
Through the promise of death, I yearn for the ability to truly live.
When I'm faced with death, I expect it to be the happiest day of my life. Almost like finally seeing your long, lost friend.
I hope for death's embrace to be soft and warm, to make me feel like I'm at home—the home I've always been in search of for as long as I can remember.
Sincerely, I've become very impatient as I await death's call upon me. So, I remind myself with each passing day that I am one day closer to being faced with death.
And today is that day.
When against all opposition, I'm ad
