We all have a generic thought of what it is. We all think we know how it feels. Some of us may have had a near-death experience. But none of us have truly been dead. So, then, what is death? Is it peaceful, painful? Is there a heaven, hell? Perhaps a middle ground where people stay if they didn't qualify for both?
If you were to open I dictionary and search the small word, you might come up with something like this.
1 a : a permanent cessation of all vital functions : the end of life
Or perhaps this.
2 a : the cause or occasion of loss of life
Hell, you might even get this.
3 capitalized : the destroyer of life represented usually as a skeleton with a scythe
But do any of those really explain what death is?Do they explain what death feels like? Do they explain anything really?
What if you had a chance to save someone you loved, would you die then? If, say, you're spouse was ten seconds from getting shot, would you be their shield? If you only had five seconds to decide between saving that one person you love more than anything, or just watching helplessly, what would you choose?
I know what I would choose.
"No!" My body lurches in front of that one man, not able to let him get hurt. I watch as the bullet kisses my chest, the red metallic liquid staining the white shirt. At that moment, the only thing I can think of, is that this stain is going to be a bitch to get out later. But there's not going to be a later, not anymore. No, now I've saved him.
My body falls back to the ground, my breath slowing gradually. I watch as he holds his hand over the bullets kiss, trying to keep pressure on it. I see the look of panic written all over his face, making me smile weakly because now I know exactly how I feel about him. And so, when my arms weakly reaches up to cup his cheek, I smile sadly.
"I love you.."