What is death, anyway?
I mean, yeah, the whole "biological functions stop" thing. I get it— pretty obvious.
But that's not the type of explanation I'm asking for.
Because it doesn't address what really matters.
What matters the most to us—humans.
Having your body dead, you lose your recognition.
You can no more dream, you can no more love.
No love.
No hate.
Just null.
You enter in a sta—no, there's no 'you' henceforth.
It's like you never existed.
Devoted your whole life for humanity or love?
What is going to become of you, getting praised?
being called upon with respect?
honoring your name?
Bullshit
.
You no more exist.
No matter how you phrase it, the conclusion is the same.
For you, It's not like you ever existed.
bcuz the 'you' in question no more exists
But maybe nonexistence isn't that bad at all.
Technically speaking, It's neither bad nor good.
"Is there really any act—"
"why take it thus far kid?" He snorted.
"Just trying to figure out what the point is, you have any better explanation?" I mumbled.
"mmhm" He thought for a second "It's like… losing your sight," He said, that voice, too close. "Not seeing black, but just… not seeing. Like you never had eyes. Hard to explain, right?"
Bet, it's
"Yeah, except that's not even close," I said. "There's no 'close' when it comes to this."
Death, the great paradox, the ultimate adversary, yet the silent architect of meaning. Without its looming presence, life would be a meaningless, endless drone, a monotonous symphony without a final, resounding chord. It was the shadow that gave depth to the light, the silence that amplified the music of existence.
Shapes our life, defines our existence.
There's no true freedom unless you are unbound to death.
Death is the conclusion, the truth
Just like Shinei.
Dead. Cold. Stiff. Just… gone.
"How are you feeling, better?" Mom asked, her voice tight.
"Like I saw something I shouldn't have," I said, my voice flat.
"The police… they didn't… bother you, did they?"
I'm a victim, of course they didn't
"No," I said, "they let me go."
She sighed, a shaky breath. "I have to run some errands. Call me if you need anything."
Honsetly
I didn't want to be alone. I hated school, but at least there were people there. Noise. Distractions. Now, it was just me and the echo of Shinjei's… everything.
Ring, ring. The intercom.
Annoying.
"Who is it?"
"It's Shina."
I opened the door, just a crack, like I was afraid of what I'd see. She was in her school uniform, her face pale.
"It's about Shinjei," she said, and I knew, just knew, that whatever she was about to say was going to make this whole thing even worse.