If death were to come for me, bury me on a hill and let me remain in your hearts.
~WritingRo~
Romano
I was going to die of fever alone in an old cabin in Marseille. This is not how I would have chosen to die, I would have preferred a gun to the head, but I guess God had to choose the way I die. It's only fair; He never chose how I lived.
I was burning up. The sheet covering my body was wet from sweating. I had no water except the one little bottle I had bought at the airport, which was now over. It's not like I had planned on staying in this hell hole at all. Lying on that bed waiting for death, I had two wishes, that my brothers would forgive me for dying and that Mia was safe wherever she was.
