She wasn't fit for this world. She won't be able to handle seeing the blood that has been shed and the people that were slowed by their insecurities and fears to continue on. My father always told me that there is light at the end of every tunnel..and I have yet to correct him. But what if he could look back on me from where ever he is and see that maybe. just maybe. The light has already been put out. Because in a world like this, how can light even shine?