Death is just a part of life. Just as normal as eating or drinking. It doesn't matter if you die, everyone does it. It just means it's your turn. That's the philosophy Ariella lived by. Death was a mundane thing to her and no one had ever bothered to tell her otherwise. Maybe it was the way she dressed, the way she acted, or the way rumors and assumptions seemed to surround her, but no one was ever fond of her presence. Dylan, however, stood on opposite poles to Ariella. He'd probably faint if he heard even the slightest of criticism against him. Luckily, everyone happened to love him. The way he dressed, the way he acted, the way he stood tall and proud and brave. Yet, truth be told, he was probably more scared of death than those who're closer to it. But what Dylan must do to save himself from the grave he had dug would most likely be impossible. Impossible and terrifying.