I found out that life consisted of feelings. Hope, love, desire, happiness, sadness, anger, anxiousness... even fear. To be without was death. That’s where I was right now, dying, but already dead.
I was suffocating, unable to breathe in air no matter how hard I tried. But the strangest part about it all was that I did not care. I could not even say that I was numb, that would mean that there was something there in the first place. I simply felt... nothing.
My lungs were crying out, telling me to breathe but I could not. So I just sat there, suffocating. When would I finally run out of air? Which breath would be my last? I didn’t know. Did anyone know?
I do.
I turned my head, still gasping as I searched for the owner of the voice. For a second, I believed the man next to me was Arth
