The novel is nearing it's end and no one really cares. People are dying all around me and now the experience comes full circle where I can feel the pain full flush, not just by trusting the instincts of the most dearest friend; but by trusting what you know is true, even when you don't want to believe it.
I myself now face the inevitable. And a hunger finds me that cannot be satiated. A never-ending quest for the unquestionable and irrefutable demise we all will encounter eventually.
Everyone fears it.
You do.
She does.
We do.
Embrace it with futility and always understand that it was the way it was meant to be.
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