There are only a few things that you can be completely sure of in life. One is that you’re still alive, still breathing. At that moment, this wasn’t even something I was completely sure of. I could feel the air moving through my body, filling my lungs then slowly leaving, and then the whole process repeating. But I didn’t feel alive, not by a long shot. I felt like the most important part of me was dead, and in a sense a piece of my heart had just died horribly and painfully. It’s a sad thing, really, watching the person you love, the person your entire existence is centered around, leave this world. There’s nothing more saddening then watching the light completely leave the eyes of the person you’d give all your light for. Death is cruel, and it knows no boundaries.
