Preface
Ever since I was a child, the very idea of death has struck fear into me. Once I came to the realization that it is a natural process that all humans go through, my mind was put minimally at ease.
There were times where I would ponder the ways in which I could die. I hoped, when that day did finally come, that it would be fast and painless; a heart attack in my sleep, perhaps. But I also considered the nobler of ways in which to depart from this life, like stepping in the path of someone else’s death.
I always thought myself too much of a wuss to die in that kind of a way. But as I stared the death of someone I truly cared for in the face, I knew it was the only thing I could to. The notion of regret never once crossed my mind, nor would it, especially when my worst enemy was the one that was going to do the killing.
So I did it.
I took a step forward.
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